Name of Hospital: Children’s Medical
City, State/Province, Country: Plano, TX, USA
Number of Stars: 2
Comment: I was admitted to this eating disorder ward after 5 months of anorexia, along with several other mental disorders. The facility looked nice. The bathrooms and cafeterias were clean, the day room had activities, and there was even an art therapy room. I have to say it went downhill around the second day. We had a disciplinary “level system” in our ward. We had to carry around a folder of schedules and forms we needed to get signed by a therapist after every meal and activity. If you managed to get all your signatures for the day, you got put on “level two” which means you were allowed to play with puzzles, a bopit, etc. for about 20 minutes in between activities, along with the other patients. If you did not get all of these forms signed, you were put in “level one” which meant COMPLETE isolation. First of all, on level one, you weren’t allowed to wear makeup to the hospital. They’d make you rub it off if you did (yeah that did wonders for my self esteem) and you were locked in a room all by yourself for the ENTIRE day, with nothing to do. You could only come out for meals therapy, and bathroom breaks. Yes, that means that on Sunday’s you weren’t allowed to go to church. You were often forgotten about. That meant that they forgot to come get you in time for therapy and meals. If you were lucky enough, all the rooms would be occupied and so you would get seated on a desk in the hallway. Which is also where they did therapy after meals.
So yes, I overheard some things. I heard an MT ask a patient, “why are you anorexic?” And she said “I don’t know.” And the MT said, “but there’s gotta be a reason. Like, for some people, it’s to gain attention. Others are anorexic to control people. Now why are YOU anorexic?” I can’t believe that! And we weren’t allowed to file a complaint unless on complaint day, where we would all sit in a room and voice some concerns we had about the treatment. But you weren’t allowed to talk about ANYTHING related to food, eating disorders, numbers, etc. of else you would be put in level 1. You also couldn’t mention any staff names. Also, food was COMPLETELY taboo. You were not allowed to say ANYTHING relating to it. That conditioned everyone to fear the word which just fed the disorder. The angriest I have ever been with the staff is when, during a snack time, I was given a bowl of grapes. I ate all of the grapes, except for one. Which was brown, soft, slightly fuzzy, and stunk. So I told an MT that I had finished my snack, and she checked my bowl and pointed out the grape. I told her it was bad, and she was like “ummmmm, I think you can suck it up and eat it.” I told her no. She said, “you better eat that or else I am not going to sign your form.” So I was forced to eat a moldy grape. It was so degrading and humiliating.
I could go on and on about this place, but I’m trying to keep it short, so I only listed a couple of examples. And last but not least, I was almost out of the hospital when I was told I couldn’t try out for the dance team. Now I have not asked for a lot, but to be on the dance team was all I ever wanted. Preparing for tryouts helped me through my depression better than medicine ever did. They didn’t even discuss it. I wasn’t allowed to. Something about “sudden exercise can disrupt your recovery.” Which I totally get, but this was a HUGE DEAL for me. I wanted to make compromises, accommodations, I offered to increase my calories and gain 10 more pounds for dance season, but it was still a no. They said that if I joined the team I would definitely relapse. That I wasn’t mentally capable of doing it. It sent me into a huge depression and I cut. do NOT Recommend .