It seems to me, though, that this type of treatment is more common in the mental hospital as doctors know that any side effects that come up will be medical supervised and while unpleasant, are likely not dangerous. Not surprising considering how badly I was doing but rapid medication changes are highly unpleasant under any circumstances. He promptly changed my medications drastically. And then my psychiatrist (who worked at the hospital) came by. Basic blood tests were run, my blood pressure was checked, that sort of thing. The next day a general doctor came by to assess my overall health. I brought, quite intelligently, my own tissues and used far too many of them (those given out in the hospital are scratchy and unpleasant if you’re going to cry your way through the days). Not surprisingly, I was in pretty bad shape so every little thing seemed like an ordeal. Once there, they went through the few things I had brought with me, confiscated my medication (except the birth control pill) and showed me to a bed (it was late by the time I got there – hours in the emergency room to blame).
Doctors, of course, made the ultimate decision to admit me. I admitted myself to the mental hospital after tearfully explaining to too many professionals in the emergency department that I was acutely suicidal. What Was My Stay at a Mental Hospital Like? And I would say that the quality of care available at different mental hospitals vary as well.
Some are really designed for shorter term stays, like three days, while others are more able to handle longer stays such as those of a few months. Some offer the basic service of keeping you alive while others offer all types of therapies and treatment. Mental hospitals, or psychiatric wards (which is, technically, where I was), are all different. I said, and I really meant, “I would rather die than go to one of those places.” But, much to my surprise, a few years later, when I was again very suicidal, I checked myself into one of those places. At the time, I was very suicidal but I wouldn’t go to a hospital. I was diagnosed with bipolar about 16 years ago and it took years for me to find an effective treatment.
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