Mere’s awkward moments. You write about them in ways that we can all identify with on some level. Even if it’s just shake our heads in agreement with your assessment of the moment.
I think this experience gives you license to say “you’re gonna eat those words one day” in any given appropriate situation going forward.
This made me laugh out loud AND want a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos!
Ah, yes. Psych ward adventures. There wasn't anybody sexy in my unit the time I went, unfortunately. But I made friends with a doctor. My roommate was a medical doctor. I thought that was interesting. I went in (unfairly) assuming everyone would be a bunch of degenerates for some reason. I was wrong, they were (mostly) regular people.
I was in treatment six months, two different places. With a few exceptions, I really liked everyone and kept in touch with several. The best people go insane… and how could they not? I almost don’t trust people who haven’t cracked a little, under the circumstances of just… every day life.
Like… how are you fully functional? Here? In this?
They also took all of my clothes while I was there. All of them. Every single article of clothing I brought with me? Somehow a threat to my safety and the safety of others. Even my underwear. I didn't know if I should be alarmed or flattered that they had so much faith in my creativity, to find a way to harm myself or someone else with a pair of cotton underwear. They gave me these flimsy paper scrubs to wear while I was in there and it was awful.
One of the other comments mentioned them taking his underwear too. I’m assuming you could use the waistband…? Idk. Now I’m curious as to how one unalives themselves with undies.
A whole different take on "trying to digest what someone was telling you".. but for reals, I have always been blown away that some states create like this mini day camp for people who have been admitted. We have a mutual acquaintance where this meet and greet turned into a bad romance. Albeit brief, it surprised me that people at an extreme state of vulnerability were mingling with others in a similar state. And I say this as someone who was also under my own 72 hour hospital supervised stay, but mine included all the visitors I could handle, a nurse who sat in the room with me, plastic spoons to eat with and of course I had to go commando so I couldn't use my underwear for self harm. Was that a version of "back in my day..."?
I was at this one for two months. And they did keep a very close eye on us to discourage any relationships forming. And here, I was in a unit with my age group. So, I’m sure they were busy. 😅
The second place was all women, of all ages. Less distracting for young hormones lol
Glad they protected you from those undies! Also didn’t know it was honor to have been trusted with my own.
And now I’m also intensely curious about this mutual person…
Mere’s awkward moments. You write about them in ways that we can all identify with on some level. Even if it’s just shake our heads in agreement with your assessment of the moment.
I think this experience gives you license to say “you’re gonna eat those words one day” in any given appropriate situation going forward.
This made me laugh out loud AND want a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos!
😂😂😂
Wow 🤣👍🏻😂
It was a moment that brought me back to the reality of where I was very quickly. 😅
You precious , creative little Mask Remover you. I am still finding my voice;so, I am vicariously healing through yours. I bet many are and will. ❣️
Thank you!
Ah, yes. Psych ward adventures. There wasn't anybody sexy in my unit the time I went, unfortunately. But I made friends with a doctor. My roommate was a medical doctor. I thought that was interesting. I went in (unfairly) assuming everyone would be a bunch of degenerates for some reason. I was wrong, they were (mostly) regular people.
I was in treatment six months, two different places. With a few exceptions, I really liked everyone and kept in touch with several. The best people go insane… and how could they not? I almost don’t trust people who haven’t cracked a little, under the circumstances of just… every day life.
Like… how are you fully functional? Here? In this?
They also took all of my clothes while I was there. All of them. Every single article of clothing I brought with me? Somehow a threat to my safety and the safety of others. Even my underwear. I didn't know if I should be alarmed or flattered that they had so much faith in my creativity, to find a way to harm myself or someone else with a pair of cotton underwear. They gave me these flimsy paper scrubs to wear while I was in there and it was awful.
That doesn’t sound pleasant at all.
One of the other comments mentioned them taking his underwear too. I’m assuming you could use the waistband…? Idk. Now I’m curious as to how one unalives themselves with undies.
A whole different take on "trying to digest what someone was telling you".. but for reals, I have always been blown away that some states create like this mini day camp for people who have been admitted. We have a mutual acquaintance where this meet and greet turned into a bad romance. Albeit brief, it surprised me that people at an extreme state of vulnerability were mingling with others in a similar state. And I say this as someone who was also under my own 72 hour hospital supervised stay, but mine included all the visitors I could handle, a nurse who sat in the room with me, plastic spoons to eat with and of course I had to go commando so I couldn't use my underwear for self harm. Was that a version of "back in my day..."?
Thank you for sharing all that you share!
I was at this one for two months. And they did keep a very close eye on us to discourage any relationships forming. And here, I was in a unit with my age group. So, I’m sure they were busy. 😅
The second place was all women, of all ages. Less distracting for young hormones lol
Glad they protected you from those undies! Also didn’t know it was honor to have been trusted with my own.
And now I’m also intensely curious about this mutual person…