So which one of you guys has been to a...

[Solenoidclock]

One of my good friends was sent to a mental hospital, bipolar+violent. They couldn't let him out of his straitjacket because he kept kicking the doors and walls of his room shouting profanities over and over, aside from when he was too heavily drugged to shout anything intelligible. Within the week he got an arm free, broke down a door, tackled a guy, rampaged through a small office area, and escaped through a fire exit. He ran three miles to Fuddruckers and they gave him a free cookie. He was refused readmission to the hospital so they just let him go home.

Moral is mental hospitals are afraid of you, violence begets violence begets cookies, sometimes the real crime is inaction, and persistence takes a while to pay off.

On a related note, I could use some sleep study too. My circadian rhythm is set to Samba.

[BunnyClock]

Go on Splatter, I enjoy reading this (no offense)

[Topcatyo]

Well that sucks
But do go on.

[shit for brains]

Moral is mental hospitals are afraid of you, violence begets violence begets cookies, sometimes the real crime is inaction, and persistence takes a while to pay off.
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No... The moral of the story is that you suck at picking friends

[Bigglesnoots]

No... The moral of the story is that you suck at picking friends

what the fuck are you talking about.

just stop posting.

[splatter]

I actually expected every post in here to be half assed remarks. This happened to me a while ago, actually, before school had ended. I wanted to tell the story of it then, but I stopped having energy to do anything so..

Well, I'll continue it as soon as I finish typing. And to those who have also been, share your stories if you will.

[splatter]

And cloaked, you are a fucking douche. I hope you headbutt yourself in the face and die.

[splatter]

Dillon had a girl he was worried about, too. We talked about tons of shit. Turns out he was a drug dealer, had about 20k at home in cash, and almost killed about 6 dudes one time because they told him and his friends they wanted to fight and to bring whatever they wanted. (It's amazing what you can learn about people if you just listen, sometimes!) We talked until it was like 2 am and this nice old lady came in and made us grilled cheese sandwiches then gave us tea along with a sleeping pill to knock us out. That stuff worked pretty fucking well if I do say so myself.

I woke up at like 8 am wishing I wasn't where I was, which the usual "WAS IT ALL A DREAM?" question in my head that never is answered in your favor. Michael, a pretty swell black fellow, was knocking on all out doors yelling that it was time to get up. Dillon and I were like "ZZZMSMAMDAMM STFU NIGGA" and went back to bed. Another hour later, he came again, and again after another. This was when we got our asses up, changed (They actually let us wear our own clothes from home as long as we had no belts, or strings in our hoodies), and got ready for what was to be a PRETTY FUCKING FUN DAY DONCHA THINK? At least I had my clothes!

I met some dude in one of my classes that I was friends with from my school that I missed 84 days of total this year (whoopshie :3) and I was like "WHOAH SHIT, WHAT'S YOUR FAT ASS DOING IN HERE?" and we talked and it was cool. The other people in there besides me where:

Dillon; my drug dealer roomy; thoughts of homicide and suicide (but not really; suicide, me and him are against it more then Bill clinton is against getting a blow job from his wife)

Megan; thoughts of suicide.

Tiffany; psycho emo bitch who never had anything happen wrong in her life but cut herself for attention.

Nick; crazy mofo from my school, thoughts of suicide.

Juan; crazy ms-13 mofo who laughs when he talks about chopping people up with machetes.

Andrew; thoughts of suicide, juvenile record. Scrawny as fuck and annoying as hell.

Aisha; Starts fucking screaming from no where, tried to kill herself like 4 times already.

[blank] I forget her name, she had dyed black and pink hair and would randomly sing "My Little Sunshine" creepily.

But yes, I was bunched in a small room with these people. After letting them take our vitals, we went in to it. There were two long tables, and two big windows on the side. They showed us the outside but didn't let us get to it. The start of our day consisted of playing card games, well, playing Bullshit because everyone didn't feel like playing anything else. Me and Dillon were being shady and merged cards from both decks so when we played 5 of one set and they were all there everyone had a good laugh. After that, there was food. Good food. Nick said I looked like a starving African kid and contributed to adding more food to my plate which I actually ate. Then, they called me in for blood work.

So they pierced the skin with the needle at the end of the big tube, I saw all the blood pour out and was like "uh ok" and they finished up, then took another smaller tube which I watched fill up like "ummm" then one more smaller tube and by now I was like "fuck give me back my blood." They were taking it for no reason, too. After bloodwork they tied this rubber band thing to your hand with a block of gauze on where the skin was pierced. On the first day, everyone had one on them.

Micahel, the black man, was our staff for the day. After food, we were given notebooks to fill out with the usual WHY ARE YOU IN HERE? WHAT ARE YOUR TRIGGERS FOR DEPRESSION? WHAT ARE YOUR TRIGGERS FOR ANGER? and other bullshit questions like that are supposed to "help" you in some way or another but really just make you want to finish the packet instead of writing anything you actually mean (Sort of like school, ey?) Then we sat there and told our stories. I fell asleep for most of everyone's and they just let me sleep. After hearing a bit from Megan's it was my turn to go and after I had gone through everything in extreme detail (Hell, we had all the time in the world) the other patients' reactions went somewhat like this: "What the fuck, man, you're like the sanest person in here and you've been through all that?"

The rest of the day started off with us trying to watch a movie, not being able to sit through it, me making everyone laugh, then everyone wanting Nick and Andrew and Tiffany to shut the FUCK UP. I swear, they talked about molesting dead babies and shit and were giggling like Japanese school girls for 2 hours STRAIGHT. Juan and Dillon were about to kill them. Literally.

Then, after another meal, it was time for bed. Dillon and I had some fucking deep conversations about life, we were like best friends after 1 day. We mocked how fucking stupid the facility was for taking away our shoe strings and hoodie strings when they left towels in the bathroom that were long enough and how there were hooks just tall enough to hang on. The sinks were fucking huge, perfect for drowing, and they left the chairs unbolted to the floor but acted like you couldn't have pencils or pens because they could be weapons. That facility was unsafe as hell, I had no idea why anyone would be better off there in their own home. Dillon and I started finding ways we could bust out, and found the most likely was through the window, which was scarred from fingernails, chairs, and attacks by past occupants of that room.

The next day was the same as before and the days after that as well: mind wrenchingly boring, more patients coming in for stupid shit, and the craziest ones getting to leave while the sane ones had to stay. We played cards a lot, I played War with Dillon, cracked some jokes. EVERY DAY we had a different staff member watch us and EVERYDAY they would make us retell our stories over and over. I spoke up against this saying that it's good to tell someone, anyone your story once but repeating it over and over is like reliving it and it just adds to the fucking pain. They didn't give a shit. The staff treated us like we were shit. They acted like we were all fucking stupid and couldn't understand what to do to make us better. Just listen to the grown ups, you stupid kids. You were all dumb enough to end up in here, so listen to us while we take your parents' money, ok?

This one bitch who supervised us asked me "where my degree was" when I spoke up against her bullshit advice to another patient. This was the second person that day to say something like that to me. The first time I let it go, as I do with many things, but fuck that. I asked her why she would say that to a mentally unstable person and argued furiously with her until she just said "WHERE'S YOUR DEGREE??" again and left. She came back in with another staff member and I told her that the bitch was being, well, a bitch. (In kinder words, though, ya know) She denied saying that she asked me rudely the degree question then Andrew cut in saying: "umm, you asked him that TWICE" and she was like "ohhh yeahhh I remember now"

Moral: Fuck the staff.

It was at school that something new happened. The school room was small, but it had even more windows (GOD DAMN STOP SHOWING ME THAT I'M TRAPPED IN HERE) and it also was the place we were given our supposedly searched bags. the reason I said supposedly was because they left everything in mine, and I pack everything I would need to survive with in there. Including some pretty sharp objects in the front.

[splatter]

Almost done, guys. If you're still actually interested, post.

[Roman Collar Clock]

It seems quite a few of your parents are very quick to send you guys to mental hospitals. lol

[Bigglesnoots]

I think I would have punched a staffmember straight in the face and would have been put in some sort of isolation cell, already :c

[Topcatyo]

Yeah, suicide is just completely stupid.
Shame you went through all this
I am interested, please continue.

[HeinekenClock]

That mental home actually sounds more comforting than the home for people with alzheimer's my grandmother is currently at.

Imagine that hotel from "The Shining" but emptier and creepier and with more drooling people.

[Bigglesnoots]

Yeah, suicide is just completely stupid.

I actually hate people who just say that, without stating the arguements they might use. Because mostly they're lousy arguements.

[LotusClock]

I've already heard a short version of this tale when we met on iScribble.

[Wind-up Clock]

Splatter, if you ever write a memoir of your life, I'll be the first in line to buy it,

Do go on.

[TorchClock]

I'd love to hear more.

But I'm sad for you having to go through this.

[SpinningCubeClock]

I've already heard a short version of this tale when we met on iScribble.

I lolled.

Also Splatter, remember how we were talking on AIM about how we are similar and stuff? Well now that you mention it, I'm half greek too...from my mum's side. Yup. <3

Keep it coming, this is some really interesting stuff.

[Folder]

Jeez what a nutjob

[YoYoClock]

this is a true story? coz this is I'm a edgy teen. what kind of parent sends their kid to a  fucking mental hospital for no reason?