tail end of age 20, i was put in a private, for profit psych hospital, owned by a big chain of private, for profit psych facilities. and...
their 'treatment' for my so-called 'personality disorder' involved a lot of humiliation, not permitted to have counseling or participate in group therapy (parents and insurance -were- billed for these treatments, though), and...
ok, it was the most secure ward. cameras in every room, 2 (same sex) to a room. my night time sedative was Restoril, a benzodiazepine (Valium-family of drugs) used for sleep. Unlike -most- benzodiazepines, Restoril overdoses can be fatal. I forget why, exactly...usually, benzodiazepine ODs aren't lethal, unless they're combined with other drugs (look at how many opioid OD deaths were/are caused, in part, by benzodiazepine co-prescriptions...side note, scary stuff)...
but a Restoril OD can be lethal. so, I'm trying to sleep, and the workers keep harassing me..."he has malignant narcissism" "he got passed around" "he's ugly" "he can't handle his emotions" and...
I kept waking up. fun fact about taking any sedative for sleep: its easy to forget that one has taken them. so, I'd go up to the med counter on the ward, and they'd give me...
more Restoril. Restoril comes in a couple sizes, for whatever reason, they were giving me The Big Ones-- 30mgs per capsule. and...
I remember wanting to get up, to use the bathroom. too sedated. wet the bed. woke up, someone was saying "he needs to be in (local hospital); his lips are turning purple," and then I gasped for air, and...oxygen mask. emt was called in, I guess they were afraid of a lawsuit?
no treatment for the OD. there is a benzodiazepine-antagonist...just injecting me with that could have helped, but...no, no, no. that's the sheer cruelty of psychiatry, btw. and...
age 23, in another city, I had to get a brain scan. I should not have survived the overdose (massive brain damage from oxygen deprivation), and they'd done both shock 'treatments' (not voluntary, btw) and some sort of operation that, combined, had caused -massive- brain damage, hence the 2nd (private psych ward) facility's nickname for me: Frankenstein. :-(
I'm 36, now. somehow, 8 years to truly knowing Jesus, I have a "high IQ" (145-150 is the estimate, apparently), and...
yeah. God is Good! the world, in general, is fallen and run by the evil one, the prince of lies...
but psychiatry, psychology, etc.? watch yourselves with the 'helping professions.'