- Dec 29, 2012
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Kind of. And I know I need to go back, but I'm not only scared of going back, but that I also won't be welcome back after my "escape". I went to a mental health specific hospital. I have a lot of issues, but what specifically lead my loved ones and myself to the conclusion that I needed to go to the hospital despite having a psychiatrist and seeing a psychotherapist weekly is that I can't take my medicine. I feel like it's poison that will kill me, so being in the presence of the doctors would theoretically get me to take my medication since, should the poison send me into a medical emergency, they can immediately save my life. Well, I was in the waiting room and filled out my paperwork. They buzzed the door open and told me to leave everything in my pockets with my fiance. I went back and it looked like a prison. The place is extremely locked down. The rooms looked like jail cells, the beds looked like jail beds, and there were cameras everywhere. They put me in a small room with a camera to wait on someone to come talk to me. The camera was watching me and the employees were whispering in the hallways. I asked the employee who brought me back if I could get some water so she would leave me. She left me, and I watched out the window of the room to see if someone would buzz the door back open to get back into the waiting room. Sure enough someone did, and I bolted out of the room and ran up behind her and slipped out past her back into the waiting room. She tried to grab me, but I yelled at her that I'm not a patient (because technically I wasn't yet) shrugged her off of me. I ran out the front doors and they followed me, telling me I needed to get back in there. To hell with you! They asked my fiance if I was safe and she said yes, so we left. But I do know that I need to go back. I'm just scared. I've lived with Schizoaffective Disorder Bipolar Type for 15~ years. It was originally misdiagnosed as Asperger's Syndrome (or High Functioning Autism as it's called now). I do need a lot of help, but it's hard. Everyone and everything is a threat.