Peachford Hospital review: abuse of mentally ill 94

i was in peachford hospital december of 2009 and i hated it. i was in the kids unit and all i remember was i just wanted to go home. my doctor never really talked to me but he was sure to diagnos me though. he told me i had depression because when he did see me i was crying because i wanted to go home. i also remember they nurses there are very rude and all they wanted to do was give me pills even though the reason i was there was because i took a whole bottle of zoloft 50 mg and then turned around and took the whole bottle of zoloft 100 mg. so giving me sleeping pills and trying to put me back of zoloft would help how? the only person that was a staff member that i liked was Mr. Perry. he was the only person that truly cared to my opinion.

peachford... just dont go. the nurses and counselors have terrible attitudes almost as if they dont want to be doing the job they are doing. i wont even begin to list the insane amounts of disrespect and abuse that i got from these so called "counselors"

oh and the doctors that they just... appoint you to are full of crap.

My stay at Peachford was the only experience I have endured where I felt sub-human. I am an educated, polite person, not used to being treated as an idiot by counselors who are less educated than myself (I should know, my sister is a therapist and works with counselors), so the shock was infuriating. My first day, the hospital was doing some renovating, so the male and female wings were very close together. I was slightly lost, tried to find an authority to ask where to go, and a counselor told me with much contempt, "Please get out of the men's wing." She regarded me as though I were a two-bit [censored]. A girl I met later was having hallucinations in her room, and asked me with closed eyes to please get a nurse and tell them to administer her injection. I repeated the request to a nurse who scoffed and said she just wanted attention. I must have responded with some expression of horror on my face, for the nurse said my bad attitude was not helping and to mind my own business. I stayed with the girl then until a kinder counselor asked what was wrong, and promptly took action. This is probably all the power that these poor people ever get.

The date this complaint was published right around the time I went. Though I was, of course, in the juvenile ward. Other than some quite cruel treatment from counselors (one in particular just bashed each and every one of us, while the others didn't and I find them more helpful than the first one), there was this one girl who was anorexic. They kept limiting her rights until she ate, which you can't just tell an anorexic to eat and they'll do it. They wouldn't let her go outside with us (though she was cold as can be, she always complained about it and asked to go outside, though they'd make her sit inside with me and the counselor), they wouldn't let her off the ward till she ate something, even to go to the cafeteria to GET something to eat. We tried to stick up for her and had a sort of strike, but they shot us down from it after the second time we refused to go to the cafeteria and stayed back with her like they were doing to her. Thing is, that the counselors and nurses were treating her like this, with limited priviledges, while knowing she was going through heart failure. Personally, when a patient is dying and relying on you to help them, I'd treat them a bit better.

Emory? I'll remember that for when my parents send me back.