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heh heh heh.... i just got out. got in a fight with my dad (he punched me because he was postured to fight and i told him i would hit back) So i kicked him once, almost broke his knee, and left, then got arrested and taken to my uncles house, and the next day my dad took me to a hospital, where it was found after a week's stay that there's nothing wrong with me mentally, but my training has to be put on hold while i go to ****ing therapy because the way i deal with anger is to push it aside, and it builds up and i blow up every 3 to 5 years. My dad learned, however, that he is undeniably a dick, so he's gonna improve himself too.

soo... yeah, just wanted to share.

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A couple of years ago I was lucky enough to spend a week or two over new years in ward 4b of a local hospital. And I had a grand old time, honestly. After being told by "professionals" for many years that I was "very ill" and "maybe dangerous to yourself and other" I learned how stupid they were. By the end of my stay there, I was laughing, having a good time, and just all around learning that I'm no where near as jacked in the head as my "doctors" thought.

My roommie and I (apperantly this psych ward held drug addicts, too, he was in for pill problems, and just finished a 70 day stay in a drug rehab program) were in charge of morning coffee, and enjoyed the hell out of making our jet fuel. We had a war with a guy that demanded to be called "L.O.P.", or "leader of the pack."... don't get him going about why the T was omitted from the word... anyways...

We allied with the coke hound next door, because LOPs best friend was roomie of the blowsnort and handed himself out every night regardless of his roommates presence. And, with this battle, we got LOP to take his meds using our own "treatments" and "sessionos" of getting him to think he was pissing off the staff by taking them, got our pool cues back, and later our triangle so we could get a proper rack once LOP came out of his haze and trusted us enough to use them. Sometimes we'd actually "listen" to the "music" on this one guy's "walkmen"... basically this guy listened to Hendrix all day, all night... with just the head set. He'd litterally march up and down the hallways listening to whatever Hendrix song was playing, with no walkmen on the end of his cord.

Some of the staff treated everyone like criminals who were going to hurt everyone, some of them treated us like humans who were ill, others just treated us normally. We'd spend hours rolling our cigarettes in our machines, talking about bull**** like you'd do in the locker rooms or cafeterias in high school, and we'd get everything we needed for "free." (cue the K's Choice song now.)

In all of this, I learned many amazing facts... first, a doctor that graduated lasts in his class at med school is still a doctor, and I usually get them. Second, never, ever let some high paid, "educated" person tell you that you're not right, you're sick, or damaged or whatever because they don't agree with the way your mind works. Third, if you can call a Psych Ward Nurse "Nurse Ratched" and have her not get it, it really makes the day of all the nurses working under her that hate her. Fourth, and most important, everyone has their own world, and if you spend the time to sit in it, and enjoy it for what it is, you'll realize the only people out to hurt anyone, directly or not, are the ones in charge that tell you how to think and feel. Be yourself, and love who you are.

That being said... I no longer take "meds", I no longer have "therapy" and I'm mentally healthy. No "relapses" in eight months of being off the chemical lobotomy, and, best of all, almost total reduction of symptoms after coming off them.

Fun in the Psych ward does happen, you've just got to be able to laugh at your self.

a-g

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I did have fun, but they wouldn't let me smoke, so i had to buy some off a guy in the cafeteria and light them on the filament of a broken lightbulb. I wasn't in a padded room, except when this guy punched me and i hit him back, multiple times. They shot me with darts, and i woke up strapped to a bed in a padded room, but they let me out. i met some cool people, i got like 4 crazy chicks' numbers.

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