Name of Hospital: Cedar Ridge Psychiatric Hospital
City, State/Province, Country: Oklahoma City, OK, United States
Number of Stars: 1
Comment: A list of things that happened when I was here:
-When I told one of the doctors that I wasn’t trying to kill myself when I overdosed (which was the truth), he said I was lying and wouldn’t let me out of his office until I lied and said it was a suicide attempt. He didn’t want the truth, he just wanted an easy answer.
-I developed insomnia while in there, and they wouldn’t give me anything. I tried telling the night nurse, only for her to tell me that I had to inform the day nurse, and vice versa. Then they said that my parents hadn’t signed for sleeping pills and that they couldn’t do anything. I remember having not slept more than 5 hours in 10 days, and feeling scared because they just didn’t care.
-We only got one 5-minute phone call a day in the evenings and only had one hour visitation on Saturday and Sundays.
-I felt so much worse once I was released. I felt traumatized, and almost two years later, sometimes I still do.
-All the violent kids are mixed in with non violent kids, so I was always terrifying that one day one of them would just attack me for no reason, or that my roommate, a pretty violent kid, would strangle me on the middle of the night, and there would be nothing I could do about it. I cannot stress enough how terrifying it was, especially when one of the kids does have a breakdown. There’s nothing you can do to stay safe.
-They wouldn’t let us go outside. Ever. I had multiple panic attacks because of it, and became very paranoid that we were all going to die because there wouldn’t be enough air. I went outside only once on my two week stay because one kid tried to burn the place down and the fire alarms went off.
-I was misdiagnosed. They told me that I had depression (I am actually bipolar), but when I left, I found out that the meds they were giving me were for seasonal depression, which they definitely didn’t tell me.
-There were big chunks of time where we wouldn’t do anything, just sit and maybe watch tv., or do crossword puzzles.
-You were punished if you showed any negative emotions. If you did, you would only stay longer. They wouldn’t let us cry, if you cried, you got in trouble.
It got to the point where I would fake being happy everyday just so I could get out. I would NEVER recommend this place to anyone. If you have a choice, never go here. It’s hell.
Type of program (i.e. day program, inpatient): inpatient