In one psych ward, there was a level system. Each level you go up, you get more freedom.
I finally reached level 3 after 8 days. My parents were aloud to take me on a 2 hour trip out of the ward.
Dad took my first. We went to a restaurant for buffalo!~ It was actually pretty good.
Another Day we saw a movie.
Mom and Bob brought me to lunch and a park.
I had so much fun on my outings, i did not want to go back to the psych ward after.
Every time I got back to the ward, walking through those hard wooden doors that lock behind you…I got sad.I watched out the window in the den. I saw my family leaving the building.
“Mommy!” I called with tears in my eyes. I pressed my face up against the window. I started to bang on the window. I was getting anxious.
T came in the room when she heard the banging.
SHe took my arms. T was the lady that locked me in a room for hours in nothing but a jonnie.
T grabbed my arms and threatened to restrain me if i did not stop.
I really hate the CHAIR> BUt, I just wanted my Mom.
T held a firm grip on my arm and dragged me to my room. She sat me on my bed with out any words.
“Enough!” She growled as she left the room shutting the door behind her. I felt scared.
I huddled under my blanket shivering. I wasnt cold.
I cried and cried.
Finally someone came in for checks. it was not T.
It was E. She asked if i was okay. I was happy she came in, i wanted to talk. i told her about T.
“Dont worry about her” E patted my knee.
SHe brought me some apple juice and we sat and chatted for awhile, at least someone cares…….