Psychiatric Patients?!
Question: Are you a psychiatric patient? If so, then you can relate to the fact that people, in general, do not feel comfortable in the presense of a person who has to be seen by a mental department doctor for different reasons.
Most psychiatric patients are not only mistreated but at the same time they are rejected by general society. This is why revealing the fact that you are a psychiatric patient to ignorant people is never a good idea.
There are many reasons why people see a psychiatrist and being CRAZY is not one of them.
What is your story? Have you been pushed aside by friends and family after they learned that you will need or may need to see a mental doctor?
Answers: Are you a psychiatric patient? If so, then you can relate to the fact that people, in general, do not feel comfortable in the presense of a person who has to be seen by a mental department doctor for different reasons.
Most psychiatric patients are not only mistreated but at the same time they are rejected by general society. This is why revealing the fact that you are a psychiatric patient to ignorant people is never a good idea.
There are many reasons why people see a psychiatrist and being CRAZY is not one of them.
What is your story? Have you been pushed aside by friends and family after they learned that you will need or may need to see a mental doctor?
My senior year in high school; that's over 10 years ago. I was having problems since 4th grade and my senior year pushed me over the edge. I stayed at a psychiatric hospital for a few weeks. After I was released the teachers at my school taught me after school. I have not talked to any of my high school friends since then. My family was there for me, but only for a short while. I am still dealing with psychiatric disorders, and now since I'm all grown up my family will tell me to "suck it up". Most people do not understand psychiatric disorders. They always think that there is some quick fix for it. If a person has a disorder it is a life long battle for some.
I was admitted to the psych ward by incredibly overreactive parents when I was a teen. (I was depressed and anxious and cut myself - shallow cuts - to relieve anxiety. I wasn't suicidal, however.) I had to stay the mandatory 3 days as dicated by state law. In those terrifying 3 days, I saw and lived with individuals ranging from depressed to schizophrenic and violent to practically catatonic. It really opened my eyes, and while I have always had compassion for the mentally ill, that REALLY made me stand up for others later on in life that got teased (generally behind their backs) about being "nuts" or otherwise a lesser person because they have to take meds or see a shrink.
That being said, I still cringe when I think of the people I told about my stay in the hospital (when I was a teen, I thought of it more as an interesting story than anything else.) I can see now that others probably looked at me in a completely different (less flattering!) way. I told people back then that I saw a psychologist and took meds, too. *cringe*
Back then I didn't see anything wrong with hiding it, but now I know that while that is true, you just can't tell people personal things like that indiscriminately.
I'm no expert,but i think the only people in psychiatric hospitals,would cause harm to there self or others.seeing a shrink doesn't mean your crazy.
No one has ever treated me any differently, but my gramma and mom tend to walk on egg shells around me a bit..a lot of people don't understand to treat us normal, and a lot of people don't need to be as harsh.
As I have been over this many times with councelors and pyschiatrists, you should know it all started when I was 6 and did not end till I was 17, I am 20 now, but my childhood and how I was treated during that time span made me depressed. I was diagnosed with dysthimia.
The summer before my senior year I had a failed suicide attempt under my belt, and a nasty stay on the 5th Floor at St. Francis's. They were mean and really pushy, I never want to go back to a psych unit.
Anyways, last year, I became pregnant, this reckoned with my condition even more, I once again started seeing a councelor, she told me I was bipolar (i cut myself, thought about death a lot, went into mad rages), well, I had the baby in November, and just a couple of days ago I got to get back on my meds for the bipolar, so we'll see how it helps.
But no, the world doesn't look at you very friendly, and the ones that do, treat you with fragility.