#inpatient psychiatric hospitalization

[only-knives]

not that people who've been to the ward are immune from being pro-psych, but if you've never been to a psych ward*, i sincerely don't want to hear about how psychiatry/psychology is good because you've had such a good experience with X provider, or X medication saved your life. *i also don't want to hear about how the forced treatment was what you needed or how the ward you went to let you have your cellphone etc. etc. i genuinely do not want to hear it.

like. the first hospitalization traumatized me so bad, i became dangerously delusional, was re-hospitalized, and sent to state. when they transferred me, i was strapped down into a gurney at all points on my body, *head and neck included*, and loaded onto an ambulance. my parents lost most of their parental rights; i was a ward of the state and had near zero rights. when i got there, they made me choose if, "if necessary," if i wanted to be wrangled down and forcibly injected with a sedative... or wrangled down and locked in a padded room all by myself (but at least i had a choice, right?). i signed consents and paperwork that i did not fucking understand. then i was told i'd be locked inside for 2 straight weeks (which yes, they followed through with). the psych ward was remote, nothing but barbed fences and trees around us. cant even see the sun through the heavily tinted windows. that was the *start* of the stay. i'm sure you can imagine nothing good came after.

so like. if you walk out of a place like that thinking it was good for you, then i can only imagine how traumatized you are and i hope you heal someday. but if you've never faced the destruction of your autonomy like that and go around being like "oh this is good actually" then shut the ever living fuck up.

[yinyuedijun]

KEI DOESN'T GET RION LIKE I DO *I screamed as they lock me up in a mental hospital*

CRYING at this ask I'm imagining that kei is in that hospital with you and covering his ears as you say this 😭

[emptyphone]

Psych ward ceiling

[cranialgames]

Not that I’ve realised the anniversary of my transfer into the acute psych ward will be this week I’ve got so many conflicting thoughts and emotions about it all resurfacing and like bruh I’m just trying to get used to adding beta blockers to my medical cocktail

The thing that hits most — and I didn’t really intend for this to be a long post but what else is a blog for — is how much I miss it? I miss the other patients I was there with, I miss the structure and routine of each day and the set mealtimes and the set activity times and I miss lining up for tea and biscuits at 8 and 10 pm each day like those things were my cornerstones for just under four weeks and if I separate the messy stuff they were probably the most relaxing and settled four weeks of my post adolescent life and everything about independent living is so fucking hard but it shouldn’t be hard and it was hard before I was a mum let alone how hard it is now that I have to be independent for Tom as well as myself

Everything out here feels like such an endless Sisyphean mess and on top of it I’m so lonely, like all the time, and I’m lucky that I still have my family but how is it fair that I’m lonely too how is it fair that the only place that I felt like I fit in and has ever made sense to me is somewhere that likely will never admit me as a patient again regardless of how desperately I might need it

[frnwhcom]

The History of Inpatient Services in the United States for Mental Health

Inpatient mental health services in the United States have evolved significantly over the centuries. From early colonial approaches to modern psychiatric hospitals, the journey reflects changes in societal attitudes, medical understanding, and policy developments regarding mental health care. This article explores the historical trajectory of inpatient mental health services in the United States,…

[flamingo--ing]

5th admission 2/13-18/25

[opaline-gemme]

I feel loved🥲

[trans-axolotl]

so im going into therapy (or social work, more broadly) as a profession (in school rn). i know that not everyone in anti psych would support that, understandably, and im not under an illusion that therapy isnt tied to the whole system and process. but i want to bring a liberationist, anti-racist, pro-mad, and abolitionist ideology to help who i can

do you have any suggested resources or reading recommendations or idk any insight on how to inform the way i go about juggling anti psychiatry in a profession that is considered going hand in hand with it?

Hi anon.

I think there can be ways that people working in the psych system can leverage power and resources in a way where they're acting in solidarity with psych survivors and mad people, but in reality, this very rarely happens, even among professionals who identify as radical or as having lived experience.

Fundamentally, the psychiatric system is one that perpetuates structural violence, and in smaller and larger ways, anyone who works within the system to legitimize it contributes to and is complicit in that violence. So I think that for anyone who is planning to work within the system, you need to be upfront with yourself that there is harm occurring and that isn't something you can just ignore or act like that's something you're separate from. Even if you're not working inpatient or facilitating forced drugging of someone, there's still a lot of ways that therapists can be complicit in psychiatric violence.

One of the most obvious ways is through mandatory reporting. I believe that in order to be an ethical therapist you must break the law--mandatory reporting is a dangerous way that mad people are surveilled by the state, and therapists must work to interrupt that and prevent it. There are a lot of therapists out there already talking about practical ways to avoid mandatory reporting and how to be upfront with clients about it, and I can link some of that at the end of this post. I won't say it's always easy, but we have an obligation to each other to do everything we can to stop psych incarceration from happening.

I think there's a lot of ways that even outpatient, therapists are asked to enable other forms of psychiatric violence. Even if in your practice, you're really focusing on liberation, respecting autonomy, etc, there are ways that other psych professionals might try to get you to help them perpetuate different forms of harm. And because of your degree and licensure, there's this power imbalance between you and your client that means you do have the power to enable these kinds of harms. The degree next to your name means that you will always be believed over your client and that is a lot of power to hold. If you're working with a client with an eating disorder and their dietitian gives an ultimatum that they have to be hospitalized or they're refusing to provide care, what do you do? If your client's psychiatrist is refusing to answer questions or let them switch to other types of medications, what do you do? If your client is involved in a court case and you're getting subpoenaed for their medical records, what do you do? If your MSW program requires you to do one of your internships in an inpatient program, how do you prevent that from happening? There are a lot more examples I can think of, but these are just a few things I wanted to highlight for ways that therapy is still entangled in the larger system.

Another thing that feels important to me is to make the distinction between being a "good therapist" and helping people, because I don't think those things are the same. I see a lot of "radical" therapists get fixated on this idea that they need figure out ways to make the psych system run smoother, to improve access, to overall make the psych system better, and that this is the only way to help people. It's really important to be able to separate those ideas. For me, psych abolition is a project of building up our capacity to care for each other while destroying the systems that currently enact violence on us, and reformist ideas about expanding psychiatric systems, increasing funding, and legitimize psychiatric authority gets in the way of actually transforming care. I think in order to help people, you need to commit to being a "bad therapist" in the eyes of a capitalist healthcare system.

One recommendation I have is to read Franco Basaglia's writing and learn about his approach of the democratic psychiatry movement. As a psychiatrist, he saw his role as a way to disrupt the system and deinstitutionalize. He has this quote where he talks about how they weren't focused on eliminating problems, but rather on how deinstitutionalization would create more chaos and new problems--and how that created so much possibility for transformation. I think he's proof that there are certainly ways that psych professionals can act as accomplices who actually are in solidarity with psych survivors, but it's rare.

Last point I have is that although you gain something from professional training and licensure, there's also a lot you lose. MSW programs often don't actually teach you the skills you want to learn about how to actually support people--there's a lot you're going to have to learn from continuing education credits. From my friends who have gotten their MSW, I've heard a lot of complaints about how surface level a lot of information is, and also about how a lot of the way that information is taught reinforces hierarchal ideas and doesn't respect patient autonomy. I'll also say that gaining licensure oftentimes creates barriers for radical action--I've seen so many therapists who then become so attached to holding onto and not losing that licensure that they weigh it above mad people's lives. I've heard so many therapists say "Oh I can't speak up against restraint because I'll lose my job/I can't ignore mandatory reporting because I'll lose my license/etc etc etc." And I think that can be a really damaging mindset that harms your potential to actually help people. There are several therapists I know who are in the process of intentional de-licensure because of this, but regardless if you pursue that path or not, this is a mindset you need to be on guard against.

All that being said, I think there is a need for more abolitionist therapists who are able to help support our communities, both in terms of creating that space for individual support and on a collective level. There are ways that you can leverage your access to resources and the way you're seen as legitimate in the system to help advocate for people, get them support, and interfere with psych violence. I have a therapist comrade who keeps working in inpatient psychiatry specifically so that they can continue to sneak in banned materials to the ward, prevent illegal restraints, be involved in court proceedings as an advocate, connect people to mad liberation resources, let psych patients use their phone, document psychiatric abuse with the plan to fairly soon release that information as a whistleblower, and more that I'm not going to talk about publicly. They still grapple with the fact that they are currently perpetuating harm at the same time, but to them, it's worth it to be able to sabotage things in that way. And I think that there are ways that you can take the information you learn in your program that is actually useful and find ways to bring that directly to your communities, and that there is good you can. I just think you have to be very intentional and aware of what it takes to actually do that, rather than just staying complacent with the label of being a "radical therapist" without doing anything to make that true.

For resources--here's my psych abolition drive with a lot of different zines, books, workbooks on different psych abolition topics. I really would recommend reading Psychiatry Inside Out by Franco Basaglia as an example of successful psychiatric resistance.

I would also suggest checking out Mutual Aid/Self Social therapy--the people who created this project are trusted comrades of mine, have both gotten their MSW or LMFT, and they have a lot of helpful insight into how to navigate things like avoiding mandatory reporting, de-licensure, etc. They have a discord server and also have regular online MAST meetings to train people on what MAST is and how to set up a MAST collective.

Genuinely wishing you the best of luck through school and appreciate that you're actively thinking about these things.

[marshcourse]

I'm getting kinda tired of people saying a diagnosis is a privilege. having easy access to a diagnosis is a privilege. being able to go schedule an appointment and not have to worry about the cost is a privilege. this isn't anti-self dx. i'm just tired of people implying a diagnosis is always a privilege

diagnosis itself is not inherently a privilege. before you come for me, I'm afab and visibly poc. no one knows my family history.

the people i know who are diagnosed did not have an easy time getting it. hell! an actual paper dx can take years for CDDs. the things i've heard from dx'd pwCDDs are horrible.

my friend who had to go to court mandated therapy since age 7 is not privileged. the government paid for their therapy because they couldn't afford it normally. they arent privileged because of their diagnosis status.

the person involuntarily committed to a hospital for a violent crime or attempt is not privileged for being diagnosed. they still have to navigate the costs of going inpatient.

me and my friends have 'severe cases' that required direct treatment. my parts have tried to kill me. their parts have tried to kill them. people entering the psychiatric system do not always go in willingly.

when i think of people saying diagnosed pwCDDs are privileged over self-dx'd pwCDDs, i think of my friends. i think of the fights they have to have with the court and insurance.

i don't want to come off as classist, but please keep in mind the people with "severe" cases of CDDs

[woundofglory]

Please pray for me.

I am inpatient at a psychiatric hospital right now, working on healing my depression and anxiety. I will be here for 2 months, so please pray that I am safe and healthy. I will be holding the Lord’s hand this entire time.

God bless 🤍

[thevampiremarie]

Summertime Sadness (part 1)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader

Second chance romance, heavy angst, hurt/very little comfort

Later’s better than never… right?

Ten years ago, Simon and you met at the same therapeutic boarding school. You fought, he said some shit, he left. He thought he’d never see you again.

Until one day, a hospital calls and informs him that you’ve listed him as your emergency contact.

(title from the song by Lana Del Rey)

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Tags: mental illness, abuse, addiction, self harm, suicidality/suicidal ideation/suicide attempts, angsty shit in general, Ghost being very mean as a fucked up 17 year old boy

There’s an old battered flip phone he hides in the back of his locker wherever he’s deployed. Ghost doesn’t turn it on all that often. Everyone who knows the number is dead.

But sometimes he does, just to stare at the contacts and click through the photos and remember what it was like to talk to them.

Today is one of those days.

He can only take so much talk from his team about families, friends, dogs waiting back home, and pretty girls before feeling the urge to break things.

So he excuses himself to hide in the bathroom like a fucking pussy and takes the phone with him. Simon can pretend he’s waiting for his own phone call from people who love him for a few minutes. Then he promises himself that he’ll put it away and not touch it for another six months.

It takes forever to power on. It’s still janky from the last time Ghost threw it at a wall, it seems.

One (1) missed call.

…What?

They left a voicemail.

His fingers shake as he listens to it.

There’s a long, tinny beep. “Hi, Mr. Riley, I’m…” A woman says in a rushed, businesslike manner. “I’m one of the nurses at-“ Ghost hears a bustle of background noise; faint murmurs, emergency sirens, doors sliding open and shut. “…Hospital. I’m calling because a friend of yours,” The nurse says your name. A name he hasn’t thought about in years. “…Put you down as her emergency contact when we admitted her to our psychiatric inpatient ward. Unfortunately, she did not provide us with anyone else. Please give me a call back at this number if you’d like to speak with her.” Click.

Ghost starts packing an overnight bag before he even realizes it.

Then he’s on a plane.

-

TEN YEARS AGO

“I hate you.”

You’re crying as you run after him in the forest. He speeds up, trying to lose you in the trees. “Please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Simon. I’ll never bring it up again.” Snot covers your upper lip and your eyes are bright with tears.

He hates this fucking place. He hates this fucking school, the kilometers of wilderness separating him from his life because the fucking shrinks think he’s crazy. He hates you for trying to keep him here.

And just when Simon was about to fly the coop, you spilled the beans. “Leave me the fuck alone. Never, ever, ever talk to me again,” He barks, stopping abruptly and turning to loom over you.

When you reach for his hand, he slaps you away. “But you promised you wouldn’t leave-“ You end up on the ground, the pine needles biting into your bare knees as if Simon shoved you.

That makes him angrier. You’re too soft for a world like this. You’re practically begging for someone to hurt you again, someone like him, with your vulnerability and open, bleeding heart. Well, he’ll fucking oblige. You’re not strong like you think you are. You’re the weakest person he knows, and weakness is something Simon could never respect.

“I lied. I fucking lied, you dumb bitch. Didn’t you realize it?” Simon snarls, wishing desperately he’d never let you befriend him on his first day at this therapeutic program.

You're sunshine and innocence and friendship bracelets, the kind of girl who will always be a victim because this world devours little girls like you. Simon is nothing like you. Simon is a survivor. A warrior. Simon is steel where you are china.

Your American accent is almost as unbearable as your pathetic weeping. “…What?” Your bottom lip wobbles.

Hopefully this will teach you a lesson about tattling. Nobody likes a snitch. “Forever doesn’t fucking exist. You were the only tolerable person in this shithole, but that doesn’t mean I wanted to be friends forever. What are you, a fucking infant? God, you’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass.” If anything, Simon is letting you off easy. You told the counselor things Simon told you in confidence about his dad because you were ‘afraid for his safety.’

But you just don’t get it. Simon can’t spend another day here. And the longer he stays, the angrier his dad will get. You just earned him another week of shit and black eyes.

“Newsflash. People lie. Everyone’s been lying to you. Nobody likes you, not even your mum. And I can’t stand you. You were useful, but I don’t need you anymore. I’m better,” Simon hisses as cruelly as he can, using every blade in his arsenal to cut at the sensitive parts of you where he knows you’ll bleed. Just like you did when you told.

You’re only stuck in this place because your mum left you here. You don’t have anyone, not like he does. He has Tommy and his mum. He has a future. You’ve got absolutely fucking nothing.

“I was just trying to help.”

“I’m getting out of here. I don’t need your help. I’d tell you to keep it, but it wouldn’t even help you.” Simon pauses. You’ve stopped crying. Good. A crying fox is easy prey for the hunting dogs. “They won't believe you. And you wanna know why?” It feels good to be the hunter instead of the fox for once. You make excellent prey.

“‘Cause I told them the truth. That you’re an obsessed freak who’s hyper fixated on me and you’d do anything to keep me here. That you’re a sick, compulsive liar and that you’re the one who’s a danger to herself, not me.”

You fall silent. Finally, blessed silence. You look up at Simon with glazed eyes and a still tongue. He feels better. Good, even.

“Goodbye. I hope I never see you again,” Simon says flatly.

-

TODAY

You picked a good place to get yourself locked up in. This is one of the nicest hospitals Ghost has been in recently. Shiny floors, no dirt caking the walls. New York City puts Kabul and Moscow to shame.

He’s wearing a plain black balaclava. Nothing identifying or particularly memorable. This is going to be a short visit. Ghost will see what you want and then leave. That’s it.

You look tired, exhausted to the very bone.

None of the shiny pinkness that drew Ghost to you in the beginning when you were fifteen and he was seventeen. None of the glow, the round cheeks, the wide doe eyes.

There’s dark circles chiseled into your face, so dark he almost thinks they’re bruises. A couple of IV bags run through a drip hidden under bandages covering your arms from wrist to elbow. Your eyes are as quiet as you are. A couple of marbles would be more lively. You look almost like a doll forgotten in a corner.

The nurse gave Ghost the run-down as she guided him to your bed. Police picked you up on a bridge trying to off yourself. Your fifth time this year. Unless you show some real improvement, the doctors will recommend an indefinite hospitalization.

You’ve been busy in the decade of his absence. Multiple addictions, more attempts than he can count, and some small stints in jail. A list of disorders he wouldn’t know how to pronounce. And nobody left to call.

Is this his fault?

When Ghost rounds the corner, you smile like he should be proud of you. “You came,” You say.

I have absolutely no business starting a new fic. Absolutely none. Idk. I have brainrot. No clue when this will be updated. But here, have it.

[mobanjaree]

hi guys i havent posted on here in a while because social media is toxic slutch for my mind but u should know 3 things

i just got discharged from an inpatient stay at a psychiatric hospital (im okay now! im sleeping well, and i have a new outlook on life and i feel excited about the future)

i have landed myself in another situationship

i am graduating with honors next month

[reidsmuse01]

"Please Talk to Me"

Pairing: Luca x Fem Reader

Warnings: mention of struggling with mental health, suicide, self harm, inpatient stay at a facility, medication. If any of these issues trigger you, please don't read.

Tags: @raefoxiegirl

Summary: You had been struggling with your mental health for a while now. When you take it too far one night, Luca finds you and saves you.

Part One

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Part Two (not proof read)

The doctors had managed to stitch up your wrists, and transfuse blood in the nick of time. You were now in recovery and you were starting to come around. As you woke you felt a presence beside you, hearing light snores and you knew immediately it was Luca. You heard the beeps from the monitors and opened yours eyes wide. You looked at the bandages of your wrists and it all came flooding back.

The last thing you remember was lying on the floor of your bathroom and faintly hearing Luca call your name as you drifted into darkness.

You felt like you had just got sucker punched in the stomach as the guilt came flooding in. Fuck. How could you have done that to him.

As you stirred in the bed, Luca shot up. He was still holding your hand. He looked into your eyes and what you saw shattered your heart into a million pieces. There he was. Still covered in your blood from the night before, eyes red raw and bloodshot, cheeks stained from crying, nose running.

“Hey Baby”, Luca spoke first.

“I’m sorry”, you managed to choke out before you completely broke down.

“Hey, baby no, it’s ok, you’re still here, I’m still here”, Luca whispered into your ear as he had moved closer and hugged you while trying to stifle his own cries.

When you both had calmed down a mental health nurse had come in and explained the plan for your treatment. She explained that you had been put on a mandatory 72 hour psych hold and after that you would have a 4 week stay at an in-patient psychiatric hospital.

Luca was by your side the whole time. He visited you every day, bringing snacks, teddies, flowers, anything he could think of.

After your 4 week stay at the hospital, you were moved to out patient care and had weekly sessions with a therapist. You were getting better, and Luca was there every step of the way.

When you had a bad day, Luca would bring home your favourite pizza after work. He would snuggle with you on the couch watching something funny, just to hear you laugh. He would talk about your future together, which you liked, it gave you hope.

He would ask you what was going on in that pretty little head of yours. When you would try your best to avoid the question you knew what was coming. He would kneel in front of the couch looking you dead in the eyes.

“Please talk to me”, Luca would ask. You could see how much it pained him to see you struggle.

“Please Baby, I can’t lose you”, he would say, trying to hold back his tears.

You would explain your feelings and thoughts to him. You were try your best to explain how uncomfortable you felt in your own body and that how you never felt good enough. Luca would reassure you that you were the most beautiful woman to walk the earth. He would go on about how kind and smart you were. He would take your wrists and kiss all your scars delicately. He would make you feel seen and heard and appreciated and worthy of love and beautiful in a way nobody has ever done before.

While Luca couldn’t understand fully or relate to how you were feeling sometimes, he would do his best. He would bring you home a new journal every couple of weeks as journaling everyday was your new thing that you had recently started doing and it really helped. Luca also bought a weekly planner that he stuck on the fridge and filled in every week with you just to keep you on track. He wrote down a schedule for your meds and filled in your weekly session with your therapist and always made sure to schedule some few hours every week to have some sort of date night. He was your rock and from then on you knew you would be ok and asked yourself how you ever survived without him.

[strangelyathing]

I'm back

TW: ED, SH, ect - but no details xx

Hello girls and gays, it's been a hot minute since I was last online, and even if no one remembers, last time I was on Tumblr things were really not good...

So I'd like to share some very heartwarming updates with you all - incase any of you beautiful folks were curious what happened to me!

(also btw im sixxdaysofmylife from ao3)

Okay so, since I was last screaming about Byler, I've been through some really bad stuff, two years of pure self-destruction, dropping out of uni, living with my abuser for years, drug abuse, trying to end my life, and all the while battling with severe anorexia. All culminating in a couple months inside an inpatient psychiatric hospital. I was on the cusp of death for a while, but something extremely positive came out of this experience too. At this inpatient unit, I met the girl who has ended up being the love of my life - and I'm happy to announce we are actually engaged! I won't say her name, for sake of anonymity, but lets just say she's absolutely incredible, the kindest, most passionate, fabulously artistic and generally amazing person ever!! She has encouraged me to embrace who I truly am, and whilst were both on our own recovery journeys, I'm doing incredibly well these days, and she is absolutely on the road to health too!

I don't really know what's inspired me to come back on here, but honestly I miss this community so much, and not gonna lie, I am getting VERY hyped for season 5 - I can't promise I'm back for good, but at least for a little while!

TL;DR - shit gets better!

[notchainedtotrauma]

I want to give a couple of life updates: I've been rushed to the emergency room for an infected lung due to undernourishment and a weakened immune system and have been in the hospital for now three weeks (and it looks like there are three weeks of inpatient psychiatric treatment ahead of me). The use of my devices triggers some latent anxiety in the orderlies, that keep threatening me not to use my laptop (and phone) too much, or they will be taken away. One of the few perks of the whole things is that I'm given esketamine every Tuesday and Thursday of every week (basically a FDA approved more potent version of ketamine, and yes hallucinogen and all that). I have severe OCD and have now been (officially) diagnosed with severe depression, my immune system is barely recovering, I have digestive issues, and financial issues to go with it all. I'm making those updates to explain why so many projects I started and owe people aren't getting off the ground right now.

[trans-axolotl]

Image description: [Black text on lined paper. Text reads: Share your story with the Psych Survivor Archive. Hold the psychiatric system accountable for the violence and coercion we've survived. Make space for our anger. Grieve together. Celebrate our resistance. The Psych Survivor Archive is a forum for psych survivors to share about their experiences and be believed. You can share as much or as little as you want. Your story will be anonymously published on the website with writing from other psych survivors. The archive is open to anyone who identifies as a psych survivor, including people who survived inpatient hospitalization, rehab, troubled teen industry, partial hospitalization, outpatient programs, ABA, and any other form of coercion psych treatment. Check out the prompts, participant rights, and content guidelines. Share your story now: www.psychsurvivorarchive.com/submit-your-story]

Hey everyone. I wanted to share this here as well. The Psych Survivor Archive is looking for anyone who wants to share their story and have it anonymously published on the website, in order to create a collection of our experiences navigating the psych system. Your responses will be anonymous and can be as detailed or vague as you want. On the website, there are prompts, but you can feel free to share in whatever format makes sense to you.

This is a more informal way to participate in the Psych Survivor Archive if you are not interested in creating art for the zine, but still want your story to be heard and validated.

For me, it has felt very cathartic to write out my story, on my terms, in the way that I want to be known. I hope that the archive can offer that space to other psych survivors as well, and I can't wait to keep developing this project and offering even more. In the next couple weeks, submissions will open up for the second edition of the zine, so if you're interested in submitting creative art or writing keep an eye out!

love and solidarity always <3