I spent a few days in a mental health unit back in August 2010, which I guess was quite a while ago now.
The traumatic thing was the events leading to me being put in there, more than the unit itself. Like cutting myself into ribbons, threatening suicide, spending hours in a police cell under suicide watch.
The staff were nice, but I absolutely hated having no privacy. I was 17 and in an adult unit, so I was the youngest person on the ward, so no one my age to talk to. Most of the patients were about 15+ years older than me. I hated having to have someone watch me while I slept, wait outside while I used the toilet/shower, someone to sit with me while I ate, watched TV, etc.
I still managed to self-harm using things like bottle caps...
The ward was locked but it was low security, there was no drama or any dangerous patients though.
The traumatic thing was the events leading to me being put in there, more than the unit itself. Like cutting myself into ribbons, threatening suicide, spending hours in a police cell under suicide watch.
The staff were nice, but I absolutely hated having no privacy. I was 17 and in an adult unit, so I was the youngest person on the ward, so no one my age to talk to. Most of the patients were about 15+ years older than me. I hated having to have someone watch me while I slept, wait outside while I used the toilet/shower, someone to sit with me while I ate, watched TV, etc.
I still managed to self-harm using things like bottle caps...
The ward was locked but it was low security, there was no drama or any dangerous patients though.