Name of Facility: Sagamore Children’s Psychiatric Center
Location: Dix Hills, New York, United States
Number of Stars: 1
Description of Experience: I was here for 4 months, I think it was 2015. I was transferred here from another hospital (Mather), so so so excited it would be beneficial to my treatment. Once I got there, I noticed things were off.
I had to be cleared to go to school like with every hospital, so I sat down on the couch in the mini rec area of the unit and turned on the TV. Soon, a nurse came storming through flipping shit “where the FUCK do you think you are? This is NOT Mather!! You CAN NOT do whatever the fuck you want!!” And grabbed the remote, turned it off, and demanded I asked for it to be turned on again. At that point they moved me to wait in another unit, so for 7 hours everyday I sat staring at the wall in the eating area since I wasn’t allowed to watch TV or even sit where all the books were in this unit.
Also, there was no choices for food. Choice of food sounds like a lot to ask for, but the slop they served us definitely was not above jail food quality. The smell of it would make anyone gag. If someone wasn’t able to manage to swallow this filth, the staff saw it as refusal to eat and sent them to their room where they weren’t allowed to come out for the rest of the day. We quickly learned how to hide inedible food under salad and in milk containers to make it look like we’ve eaten. Every single patient on the unit has done this.
Phone calls. Phone calls to family was a lucky thing. Only one phone call a day, and if that’s a time where family members aren’t available or at work well not their problem. There was a lot of times where the phone didn’t work at all.
ITP. Intensive Treatment Plan (I think it was called). This is where you could’ve done the smallest mundane thing and had all your “privileges” taken away. “Privileges” as in ability to leave your room or even make phone calls over 3 minutes. Pretty much everything was taken away. I had to plead to not get on this “plan” just because I had drawn an ‘anarchy’ symbol on my shoe.
The showers. We had to shower twice a day, even though we went nowhere and pretty much just sat in a room all day. And that wouldn’t be a problem, but the showers and sinks sometimes had maggots crawling out of them.
No therapy what-so-ever. I don’t even remember seeing a therapist weekly, maybe some sort of social worker for 10 or so minutes a week. I remember there only being one therapeutic group my whole time there. The whole time was like some sort of abusive babysitting facility.
This is how mental healthcare is all over this island. It’s all based on “behavior”. As in, you behave good you’re getting better. You behave good, you get more “privileges”. A lot of times they don’t notice mental illness is more than behavior (I was always an obedient child, never even gotten detention in my life). And yet, they treat every child as a disobedient juvenile who has to be taught to “behave”. So many places would have “levels”. You behave, you get up a level. But as I must reiterate, working on mental health is a lot more than just “learning how to be well behaved”
Type of Program (inpatient, outpatient, residential, etc.): Inpatient