Name of Hospital: Providence DePaul Clinic
City, State/Province, Country: Waco, TX, United States
Number of Stars: 1
Comment: I was admitted twice in high school, once by my mother for self harm and again later with my consent due to hallucinations. Nothing about the place felt welcoming. I was forced to remove all jewelry, including my religious necklace. I was denied my medication because I never kept the prescription sticker (it came in a blister pack with a small case; the prescription sticker was always stuck to the box it came in). They refused to call my doctor to confirm it was indeed my prescription.
I only saw a doctor once out of the whole week I stayed there the first time, and I never saw a doctor my second stay. She was quick to diagnose me (depression) and quick to medicate me (Wellbutrin). There were no therapy sessions, no working on our problems or whatever was troubling us. There were very few activities outside of “school time” where we sat in a classroom and worked on whatever our respective schools had sent for us. Most of our time was spent talking to each other over meals or games or art projects (or the worst part, TV time where we watched whatever the orderlies put on. I have never hated a movie so much as Remember the Titans).
My second stay I begged to go home and was laughed at by several of the orderlies. When I spit on one of them, they swarmed me, pinned me down, and tranquilized me. I was told I wouldn’t be able to leave until I “behaved better”. Not even my parents could take me out, even though my mom was the one who admitted me. I feel like, if anything, being there was more depressing than existing outside of it.
Type of program (i.e. day program, inpatient): inpatient
Any other identities/marginalizations (i.e. race/gender/sexuality) that could have influenced your stay?: trans male but mostly unaware of the fact, still questioning my sexuality at the time