Jeffrey… yes it did feel like a horrible experience, but, like most things there was good and bad. Everyone was overworked. There were pleasant nurses, and those that did not have time for you. They actually appeared annoyed when you asked a simple question following the guidelines of their position.

But, on my 8th day I did find a head nurse (there were two per unit), and complained about the other head nurse. She said that she had no power over him; she set me up with a kind social worker… this changed everything.

Some staffers were so used to hearing complaints that they ignore us. A few of the male nurses were more like security guards simply sitting at their stations, sometimes joking among each other. Their only concern was stop a riot.

Jeffrey, please note: this is just one personal experience at one mental hospital.

Thanks again…

Call me Jimmy

there were three units; almost like paradise, purgatory and hell. I was never was admitted to hell, but believe there were 20 or so per unit, But most nevert left their beds.

HI, KEN –

When i arrived i felt as if i had just landed on a different planet, at the mercy of nurses more interested in paperwork than my well-being. There was no tour. What saved me was my relationship with other patients. After 4-days inside, though, you begin to wonder if you are in a true nightmare and question your own sanity. The patients wanted to be there, but nervous about rejoining society. During the one hour per day visit, i met a very kind family member.

Thanks again,

Call my Jimmy

Hi, Mary – Thank you for the comment. it’s hard to tell, it’s good question. It did feel like an experiment. But social interaction with patients was very important to my recovery.

kind regards,

Call me Jimmy

Did you feel that there are patients who have no business being inside there?