Give the music therapist a raise, give the night nurses a raise, and boot everyone else. I stayed here from Wednesday-Monday, I was in the non violent unit or Willows as they call it, for depression, anxiety, and suicidal ideation.
My first night I was not provided a blanket, and mind you a cold front had just came in and there was no heater, only ac, which they kept on. The beds are firm, like you are sleeping on an elevated floor. Everything felt scattered, I'd ask one nurse a question and then 5 minutes later a different nurse and I'd get a different answer. I hadn't received a blanket until Saturday night, despite me requesting them.
I hardly saw the psychiatrist, three times in my stay for roughly 5 minutes. They stated that I would be talked to by a psychiatrist once a day, 30 minutes a day, for my whole stay. Stacy Russel was short with me, condescending, and lied about how my mother, the person paying for the treatment, wanted me to stay longer (mom called me that morning telling me she was trying to me out). They do not communicate anything with me nor my mom, and didn't even mention cost until I was leaving out the door, where they had that barista card scanner, the highest quality tech I saw.
Everything was slow, my blood test was delayed over and over again and when it was time it took way longer than it should have. One "group therapist" had us do word-searches and elementary school "about me" sheets as our activity, another had us watch a movie. I would describe it as being in school, close to when a break lets out and the teachers have no idea how to entertain the students for 8 hours, but instead it was a thousand a night, the whole day, with nothing changing.
The cafeteria was garbage, with the meals they listed being shallow lies that left me feeling betrayed when I was promised one meal and got another (I know I'm being dramatic about the food but it was horrible) the bread they used was stale and outdated, like a rock, some cafeteria workers denied me food for no reason and just would write me off, EHEM RED HEADED LADY, I REMEMBER YOU!!! The other cafeteria workers were fine but the attitude from her was echoed as abhorrent by the nurses.
They would not allow you to talk to a psychiatrist during the weekend if you needed meds changed, which didn't effect me but grossly effected some patients who desperately needed a change and had to wait until Monday.
The only thing that positively effected my mental health were the drugs the prescribed for only two weeks after I left, and the fact the TV had the films My Neighbor Totoro, and Ponyo. In fact I dare say I was lucky with the other patients who were all kind... accept... her... but the patients do nothing for the review. Other than the fact that they gave me crucial information I was not told by staff. Attend every group session, stay out of your room and be in the lobby, and then they will say your mental health is better. Mine was, after my second day, they didn't let me leave though and made me involuntarily.
Music therapy however, is one of the few things I would miss, aside from the girl talk, and the short term friendships, the music therapist were both astounding, they cared, it was my favorite group. Seriously I wish I remembered their names but unlike the abhorrent Stacy Russel who I had around my wrists the whole time, it is difficult. They would listen, they would give patience, they were some of the few people who treated us like people and not like some number that prints money.
I was told, that this is one of the best in patient psychiatry wards in Texas, and for that I can say one thing, do better.
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