When i was at Westwood Lodge in patient, i was very small and timid. I was scared and confused. I woke up shivering every morning not knowing where i was.. The very first night, i shared a room with two other girls. Since i didnt know i was going to be admitted, i didnt have any personal belongings.
I slept in my jeans and sweatshirt.
That night, in the middle of the night, i woke up hearing voices. I got out of bed and hid under the desk.
at “checks” time, the staff saw my bed was empty. I heard them asking where i went. I didnt move, didnt breathe loud.
They finally turned on the light and saw me under the desk shaking. I was so scared.
“Poor thing” the nice staff person helped me out. We went to the den and talked. I told her i was scared. She comforted me and i went back to bed.
The next day, my roommates made rumors that the reason i was in the psych ward was because i killed someone. They were actually scared of me!
I was transferred to a single room. Which was fine with me.
I just dont understand why my whole life i had bad reputations… i am the most innocent person, ever.