Hello, anyone there?

I was sent to some kind of psychiatric ward last year. Are there any robots who have gone through this? Please share your experiences. How do you look back on your time there? Did it help? Personally, I wish I was never sent there and my life is worse for it. I don't have anyone to discuss this with.

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Why do you think your life is worse now?

I just want to add that I wasn't sent to a real psychiatric ward with other patients. I was sent to facility filled with actors directed by a psychiatrist. So if you were sent to a real one or one like the one I was sent to please share.

I was falsely imprisoned in one for like a week a decade ago before I went to court and they realized they had no reason to hold me.
Fuck the psychiatric system. It's full of sick, twisted faggots, and that's just the doctors.

Have you ever had an experience so horrible it shattered the little self-respect/self-confidence you had? I was already at zero when sent there. They put me on medication that didn't do anything so I stopped taking it. All I have is a humiliating memory and fears of being sent back.

what the absolute fuck are you talking about
>I was sent to facility filled with actors
please elaborate this sounds like scizo talk

I wasn't with real patients. Its was like a troop of actors that reacted to me, pretending to be patients at a pysch ward. Its was fucking horrible. They watched so everything I did and if I didn't act in a way they wanted they would sent out actors that directly mocked me. Sometimes they would mock something I did or they would dig dirt in my life to mock.

>Its was like a troop of actors that reacted to me, pretending to be patients at a pysch ward

how did you find out they were actors?

either way this sounds crazy as fuck. sounds like one of those things a bunch of self proclaimed "normal" people put together because they think they know what they are doing but in reality they are just using mentally ill patients as study subjects and have no real intention of helping.

Bored out of my mind and all the patients were annoying. Staff acted like they were working there aganist their will. I remember feeling immensely happy when they finally let me out and getting dopamine from seeing trees again since they never let me outside for even a smoke break or something.

>Staff acted like they were working there aganist their will.

why is this a common theme? I've visited a psych ward 1 time to visit someone and the staff had a god complex even to visitors. I cant imagine how the patients are treated.

They were dropping subtle hints every where. They mentioned things psych patients would have no way of knowing about me. Like things only friends or family would know. They would have actors speak through conversations where they discuss something in your life. It's surreal to have a facility of people having conversations about your interests, fears, memories, failures, etc. It makes my skin crawl thinking back. They had three specific actors that would punish me for acting wrong. They would mock you to your face relentlessly. One was dressed silly and would make light jokes at your expense. If you continued acting wrong, they would sent another guy to directly mimic your every move. If you continued after that they would send a guy that looks very similar too and would act like the way you fear you look in front of other people. Like an insulting parody. I could never figure out what they wanted me to do so that third guy was out all the time.

yeah user that sounds fucked. You didn't deserve that. That's enough to make a normal grown man go insane even if he originally wasn't. Good luck in life user. God loves you.

Bro you imagined all of this, sorry to say, nobody would waste that much effort on a random schizo.

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I'm not making this up. I think it was more like an experiment. They would play different sounds at night while I tried to sleep. Men shared rooms but some night I would hear them play sound effects through speakers. They would play anime girl moans, snarling/growling women, snoring, etc. New patients came to speak and befriend me. They pumped me full of drugs to induce panic. At the end they got extremely hostile because I didn't act how they wanted me to. They had this guy be super aggressive with me. When I made it clear I didn't know (I masturbated in front of my roommates to let them know). They told me they just wanted me to listen and react to different conversations. That's it. That s when they let me out.

They played country music while they pumped me fill of drugs to induce panic attack. They had "set pieces" where they hypnotized/ drugged me to act a certain way. All through this I kept trying to show I was mentally stabilize so they can let me out. Instead they got more hostile until this guy call Eric came out. This guy got very aggressive. I think at that point they thought I was some kind of sociopath that got off on the attention. I really could not figure out what they wanted me to do so I could get out. I wish the suicide attempt that landed me in there was successful at that point.

It keeps me up at night thinking about what those people behind the camera decided about me. They sent me to an outpatient where it was more of the same. They probably thought I was some sociopath desperate for attention and affection.

Sounds like either schizo bullshit, or CIA mkultra unethical human experimentation stuff.

I should of hung myself in the woods. I could have avoided all this. I'm too much of a pussy to kill myself, I can't the physical pain of hanging

It's probably the former.

Hi OP. Sorry to hear you're in a rough spot with this. I really can relate. Hopefully that helps you feel a bit less alone. I'm going to try to be as honest as I can here, but I suffer from a lot of paranoia so I don't want to go into too much detail.

I spent a bit in a psych ward. Looking back, it is still something I am ashamed of, but, it really was kind of what I needed at the time. I really had nowhere else to go because of the situation I was in. I'm glad it was a resource I had.
The therapists and doctors did not help me. There was a social worker assigned to me, and she was ABSOLUTELY useless. A real piece of shit that rolled her eyes at me and had no compassion at all. You'd think basic compassion or decency would be a requirement for that job, but not in her case. I was medicated out of my gourd. They only really gave me coloring books and had me bide my time while they tried to figure out where to put me. 1/2

How are you doing now?
How are you doing now?

The reason I say they weren't helpful is that I was there begging them for tools to help and they just had nothing. Ive since (on my own) learned things like grounding, meditation, journaling, which is all embarrassing and faggy, and honestly don't help as much as I wish they would, but they are better than nothing. because nothing is what I was provided in my hour of need by the psychward. Unless you count the company of other disturbed individuals and coloring books as anything at all, which, I don't.

I wish it didnt happen because I wish my life wasn't where it was then... but, I'm glad that I could go there because I literally had NOTHING else, so at least it was some sort of safety net in that regard. It was not in USA so I didn't get put in massive debt as a result of my mental health crisis. Which is fine, because- like I siad, they didnt fucking help.
Doing a little better now, but not much.

At least I wasn't on the street. 2/2

Based user. Hope you're doing better.

Thinking back I missed some important ques. Like when they wanted to know if I was gay. They had a male actor get naked in front of me. There was one for a woman. They must of thought I was autistic for how badly I fucked everything up.

Did they genocide anyone at all?

I should've been committed, went full blown loopdy.
I was mostly harmless though so my family just coped with having a crazy living with them.
Still have to live with humiliating memories and constant medication but I'm glad I didn't have to deal with other dysfunctionals while I was in lalaland.

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Thank you bro, hope you're doing well too. You're very mature about your time there. Maybe in time I can come to appreciate my stay there. Right now the only way I cope is by trying to pretend it never happened and move on. I had managed to do that but with the stress of my current job, these memories resurfaced. Every time I comes up in the mind it feels like a stab in the heart.