Thoughts I had on the way to my first psychiatric ward:
My Dad told me my shrink said i should be admitted into a psych ward. I had NO clue what a psych ward actually was!
I packed my bags excitedly.
“I get a break Grover” I said to my stuffed animal. I packed my IPOD, clothes, books and magazines.
Dad put my suitcase in the trunk. i sat in the back seat super excited to lay around and eat lime jello!
I listened to my favorite song at the time “White Houses” By Vanessa Carlton. I had it on repeat.
“Here we are” Dad parked.
He grabbed my luggage and we got buzzed in.
The lady that did my paperwork was kinda rude. But i forgave her.
Then another staff came and led Dad and I up a set of stairs. My heart raced. I had a feeling i wouldnt get my lime jello.
Dad waited in the hall while i got strip searched. I started to cry as they examined me naked.
I got my clothes back and we went to see DAd.
a lady staff showed me my coffin sized bedroom. She dumped my bag on the bed with a broken spring.
“You cant have strings” She held up a sweatshirt with strings.
“I can cut them, or your Dad will bring it home” she said. i let her cut them with a tear running down my cheek.
She took the staples out of my magazines. It was just papers now.
I also had to turn in my belly ring.
Things were getting worse and worse. Then they said DAd had to leave. I grabbed him and cried and cried. But the staff pulled me off and Dad left with tears in his eyes.
They gave me an ativan. I calmed down.
But i knew then, this was not the spring break i thought itd be.