Lisa T.'s Story
My second hospitalization was kind of a waste of time. I was put in a locked unit, very small and in my opinion not properly equipped to help those with emotional illness. I liked my doctor but he liked me too, if you know what I mean. In the end I left because I just didn't want to be under his care. The hospitalization didn't help -- I went home still pretty upset and ended up needing to return to the halfway house on a permanent basis.
I remember pacing the halls out of boredom and anxiety and frustation. I remember being denied a pass to go with my boyfriend to meet his family I was told that if I was given a pass the insurance wouldn't cover it -- the insurance company would question the need for my hospitalization. In other words a pass to see my boyfriend and meet his family was not deemed therapuetic.
I remember just lying in bed for hours just because I felt so bad. I remember saying no to a pass my first weekend, I was that depressed. I remember a patient going off and being told to stay in my room. We slept on hospital beds. I had a roommate who was blind and she got her period. Her stained bedsheets were left all day unchanged.
