I don’t do drugs I graduated with honors and fluently speak 2 languages. I am educated and was treated horrible it was inhumane. This is humanity at its worse. You treat people at their worst like animals and have a gun to their head to behave. I was treated like this while claimed sexual assault I needed my family not isolation and humiliation.
I made this account to stay anonymous. This place is predatory.
I wrote everything down, I was never allowed a pencil. I wrote with a crayon.
I was in suicide watch and taken from my parents. In the ER I said I wanted to die and it was true I just went through an extremely traumatic experience however physically I looked “perfectly normal.” They separated my family and sent me here.
I was kept in a room I had no items that were mine and was stripped of all clothing and everything I owned. The woman asking questions and taking my intake mocked me. My parent told me “nothing you say to these people will matter. I’m sorry.” and after that point of being mocked by the nurse I refused to answer in anything other than simple answers and complied to leave quicker.
During my period, I had to constantly request items for hygiene. It was extremely uncomfortable especially with males. They would not allow me extra so I could change in the bathroom. They did not allow me to take extra period pads into the “room” as needed. I had to stand behind a line and knock on the door every time even to use the bathroom. It was humiliating.
The faculty consists of 2 areas the first is intake which leads to a jail like area. It has 3 patient rooms, a room of security that is inaccessible. Washing machine room, shower area, and toilet.
The second area I went to on a different day and is large connecting several rooms with the rest of the patients.
I barely ate but was still medicated with sleeping medications. I believe this may have been dangerous especially considering I came into the faculty having not eaten or having drunk water for 3 days.
In the room of the first jail-like area there is a bed in the middle approximately 12 inches off the ground made of plastic and laid atop with 1 blanket. That’s it.
The thermostat and the buttons in the room worked, The thermostat could only be changed by nurses.
I was dehydrated but not allowed water in my room. I began drinking water and bleeding here, meaning nosebleeds more often mistaken as self harm by the staff. Same with hair falling out I had access to a brush upon request with toiletries. But it was harsh and my hair was unkept. The brush they provided hurt and I tried to use my hands to upkeep it. Some hair fell out and with no trash I had to throw it in the bathroom.
Everything was a privilege. Writing utensils, food, water, even trash cans. Even in your room was.
They called it IQ-ity the beginning room.
The doctor came in and I kept saying my condition was worsening and everytime he left pretty quick I likely saw him for 5 minutes total my entire time there. Us speaking for less than that. Steller care. It was a male. Began with a T. I will not state his name.
There was a similar experience I had to another woman’s review at this same location given a test on a laptop where I noticed no matter how long I took it for the bar would look as if it was going up and progressing but in reality it wasn’t. It asked questions repetitively in different ways on the computer. The nurse who admitted me became seemingly extremely mad as I asked one nurse for help. I got my room switched after that.
It was me crying and saying stop as she walked to the room I was in, grabbing my stuff and throwing it into another room. That same day before this incident I was in the “ IQ area”. Again I moved rooms 3 times in 1 day.
One young woman was screaming, held down and sedated then wheeled off on a dolly after being strapped down by nurses.
I was punished for being assaulted not by heartless people!
Right before releasing me one lady told me to call human services, and them.
But why would I ever? When asking for help got me stuck here in the first place?
