Mental hospital before? Well, I have.

It was actually a fucking horrible experience for me, but from it I learned a few things: 1. My mom is a psycho bitch (But of course I already knew this, so I didn't really learn it) 2. Mental hospitals have good food and 3. Some fucked up shit goes down in mental hospitals.

But yeah, one day after a mind-wrenchingly horrible beginning and somewhat of a middle to my year I was sneaking computer in my room when I heard some awful news, which was that my love was going to kill herself again. DRAMA. Well fuck. If I didn't hurry to her last time she would have been dead... (Overdose on some horribly strong meds/extreme cutting :c) But yeah. At times like this all you can really think is "FUCKKKKK" And literally less then 5 minutes after hearing this my mum and her fat ass boyfriend (AKA Tony, AKA my dad's marriage counselor who had an affair with my mom, etc etc) said to get in the car.

"We're going to the doctors for them to have a look at your sleep and see if they can help you get it back on track" my mom said in greek, her native tongue. I always respond in english, though, which is my first language. (I'm only half greek) I guess that's why I can understand Greek almost perfectly but when I speak I stutter like a I'm a edgy teen person.

So, I really didn't want to go at this moment (Sort of easy to tell, wow I use parenthesis a lot :3) but I was sort of forced, Tony was there and there was also no more running off for me or else I'd have the cops to worry about again like the last time I "ran away" when my mom made me sleep in the bushes during winter and was still able to file a runaway report on me.

We drove for a while, I didn't even know where we fucking were, I mean I usually don't pay much attention to roads anyway but we were somewhere I'd never seen before. I was going to ask just what the hell kind of far away doctor we were going to when we stopped at the sign. It read "SNOWDEN" a place I had been to one time before, not as a patient but slightly as a visitor. And by patient, I mean mental patient. This time I wasn't so fucking lucky. I hadn't eaten for almost 3 days when they took me I was too fucked up to run anywhere, I don't know why but I just stood there. My mom took me in to a room which the bullshit in-home counselor I was assigned courtesy of the brilliant people at CHINS and a woman there talked to us before leaving the room with Tony and my mother. My in-home counselor asked what I wanted, I simply said "I want to go home"

 I had made it clear to the lady we talked to I had no mental illness so I was sure I would be going home that night, so I could go and see my love and stop the worrying. The worrying is what fucked me up the most my whole stay. She replied with a question that I never answered: "What if you don't go home?"

After she said that, I looked down and just thought. I don't remember what I thought about; probably a mixture of how much I hate my mother, what's happening to Abby, and where the fuck I would sleep that night: home, or here?

The lady came back in with my mom and she was smiling; one of those supposedly reassuring smiles that people you barely know or hate give you when they're trying to comfort you like when a doctor has to tell you have a month to go. That was a really uncomfortable silence for me, but it didn't stretch out for a long time. I said nothing, just followed her when she opened the door and walked away from Tony and my mom who tried to hug me or some shit so I almost had to kill her.

We walked down the hall, took a right or a left I can't remember, then reached the door. The door was pretty fucking thick, and pretty fucking metal too. She put a key in the side and slowly opened it, making an "after you" like pose.  I went in and she locked the door behind me. That was the moment I knew there was no way I'd get out unless they let me. That's a pretty shitty feeling, the feeling I imagine a caged animal, or someone locked away would have all the time.

Things were dull, I don't remember the colors of the walls, I remember the floors being a shade of green or red and being fully carpeted but that's about it for colors. Not that you give a shit about colors anyway. I saw some adults who all gave me bullshit comforting smiles as well and the lady led me to room 21. Well, I think that's what the numbers above the door said but I don't really remember, or care, 21 just seems fitting. A black man named Herb took my vitals, he made a joke that actually made me SMILE which surprised even me at the time. I went to room 21 after that to meet my new roommate, who I found out was just as sane as me.

If you care for a continuation just post. I have all the time in the world.

My life is fucked up.

Merry Christmas.

hey when did livejournal get a clock crew skin?

I DUNNO GUYS THIS DOESN'T SEEM REAL, HALF-GREEK? THAT'S A STRETCH.

THEN WHO WAS ROOM?

Im normal... what do I win?

Yeah my mother is a doctor so Ive been in my countries worst.
Saw some sickly disturbing people in there.

this is a good thread

ar one point in my life i thought of checking myself in bu t they can keep you as long as they want so ididin;t fuck that

Keep going... Did they run any tests? Blood, urine samples, questionnaires, encephalogram?

you seriously have some bad-luck and a couple of misunderstandings to make your life even more miserably...but there is no thing worse than a mental institute.

and yeah your mom is perturbing. (don't want to insult)

Quote from: HazardClock;1354882but there is no thing worse than a mental

Wanna bet?

I had myself committed when I was 16, which was a really stupid idea. What I needed was to take 2 weeks off from school.

accoroding to this thread about 40% of the people in these forums are psychotic... what do we do now?

continuation post please

Quote from: SplatterClock;1354847That's a pretty shitty feeling, the feeling I imagine a caged animal, or someone locked away would have all the time.

I can't think of anything I've experienced that I enjoyed less. Maybe breaking my knuckle, but if so then only slightly.

You're a speshul little boy, aren't ya? Aren't ya?

Quote from: DNAClock;1354888Wanna bet?

what can be?