I was a hostage in Oceans Behavioral "Hospital"off Mason Rd in Katy Texas in May 2024 (with Rhonda's sister) and all she says is true but even worse. I give this "prison disguised as a hospital" ZERO STARS. Upon arriving, I was blasted in the face with the strong smell of URINE and POOP. It was 2:00 am when I was transferred from a regular medical hospital, there were people just wandering around in the middle of the night. After paperwork I went straight to bed, locked the door to sleep. The next morning I was frightened and disgusted with what I saw. One big stinky, dirty community room with lots of patients (with not much supervision) stumbling aimlessly around or sitting in wheelchairs alone, some drooling, all unkempt. There was no TV on the woman's side, no games to play, no music...nothing, just sit there and watch fights or color with crayons in Pre-K type coloring books. Of course you couldn't bring a cell phone or iPad (which is understandable) and had to go to the nurses station to use their phone, give them a phone number to dial and they would pass you the phone on a wire through a small hole in the plexiglass. They never cleaned, wiped or sanitized the phone receiver between patients calls. It disgusted me to touch it and put it near my mouth but I had no choice if I wanted to call my husband. I changed the diapers and pants for two of my "new" older friends who had soiled themselves (and I'm 72) I put my clean underwear and legging on them both, on two different days. The floors in the entire facility were filthy with sticky dried urine and who knows what else, I NEVER saw them wash the floors or wipe down the tables before or after meals. I had to check the plastic chairs before I sat because often they would have "some kind" of fluid in them...pee? There was no hand sanitizer nor cups to get a drink of water from the sink. The men and woman (about 45 patients)were mixed together in one big group area and I saw 4 different schizophrenic women strip naked. One woman...one of the frequent strippers (Janet E.) was constantly hanging on and stroking the men's hair and faces. It was obvious that these poor men were unwelcoming to her advances. She hated the women, screaming and cursing into their faces and sometimes hitting them. There were no cups or drinking water available 90% of the time. Occasionally they would put a small stack of Styrofoam cups on the counter but they disappeared quickly. The only fluids they gave us was a half filled styrofoam cup of juice or tea, or a small carton of milk with your meals. Not nearly enough fluids to sustain a human. They came into our rooms in the morning at FIVE AM yelling "Get up...get up". Breakfast wasn't until 8 am. They wanted us out of the rooms so they could come in to empty trash and make the beds also checking our private things to see if there was anything we shouldn't have. She took my body/hair wash, my deodorant, hand lotion and comb. Luckily I had hidden my tooth paste and tooth brush. I did get them back after making a fuss. I was constantly seeing people in wheelchairs calling out for help to be taken to the rest room, many already sitting in pooped and peed diapers, hence the constant disgusting smell of the place. One woman even pulled down her pants and pooped on the floor in the middle of the group room. There was no hand sanitizer anywhere. My roommate waited 5 days for a toothbrush and toothpaste. Finally, I asked my husband to bring some for her when he visited. I saw a tech staffer shove a 80 year old woman with Alzheimer's...then grab away a roll of paper towels she was holding. When you would ask for anything the usually said "Go sit down" or "Go ask her" (another tech) several times I had to ask for my meds because they forgot about me twice, even after I asked. All of the staff were Jamaicans with heavy accents and hard to understand, not being racist here, just a fact. Twice I changed the diaper/underwear and pants on two older ladies than me (I'm 72) who had soiled themselves and could not get staff help. I gave them my own personal clothes to keep. On my second to last night I had tiny red bug bites all over my lower chest and abdomen. Yes, I had become a host for bed bugs. Well today I finally was released after 10 long horrible days and sleepless nights, I am exhausted...I was there for depression and anxiety which got no better there. I talked to Laura H, a Physicians Assistant 3 times and NEVER SAW A DOCTOR!!! When I signed out I was informed that I owed them a $350 co-pay, I said "send me a bill"... BEWARE...THIS HELLHOLE NEEDS TO BE SHUT DOWN. read more