This is a story that happened in winter, beginning of 2022.
For context, I was already depressed and pissed off my life, for like a month trying to CTB by strangulation. My attempts did not work.
(Note I might not be 100% correct, this is all memory)
Anyway, so I am in school class, nearly to go back home. For an incident that happened earlier in school, the mother of a person I probably annoyed, came at school just to shout at me for my bad behaviour (I blame ADHD for this). Anyway, my entire brain "ragequitted" such that I run away around school. I really had nowhere to go, but after some time, the school director and school psychologist (both females) eventually caught me. The idiot that I am, I tried resisting while they were physically "forcing" me so that I don't escape. I even shouted "GOD GAVE US THE FREEDOM OF (MOVEMENT?)" (Though now I'm a gnostic atheist).
Anyway, they couldn't take this anymore and just called the police and ambulance. I was transported to a psychiatric hospital, and I was eventually put into psych ward. From there on I stopped resisting (though I remember constantly moving around halls and stuff, thanks ADHD).
The psych ward had a kitchen and dinner room on the ground floor, and there were 3 bedrooms both on left and right sides, in the upper floor (floor 1). The exterior looked like the average apartment block, though not tall, and there were bars on the windows. All 6 bedrooms had the same layout, they all had 3 beds (that looked like hospital beds with wheels and small bars at the front and end). We were feed every morning and day, and the food wasn't even picked by us, neither cooked. I never ate their food as far as I remember. We were allowed to go outside (to store which was inside the hospital, and near the block we were at, which had a small children park) and we were allowed to smoke (I don't smoke tho), but the outside time was very small. There were also toys too, and there were jenga blocks, which all of them had boobs drawn on them, yikes.
I had a roommate, which was very friendly, and was basically depressed and was sexually abused by their (they're non-binary) mother apparently. I do like that their father was okay with their gender.
The other roommates consisted of a psychopathic chunky girl that kept threatening to kill me and stuff, a few other depressed people, a girl that seemed to have body dysmorphia and refused to eat just to stay like that (a bit skeleton-like), another girl that was drug addicted, another girl (jeez so many girls) that had an accident and severely damaged her motor functions (she looked like slowmode), and a few more.
For context, I was already depressed and pissed off my life, for like a month trying to CTB by strangulation. My attempts did not work.
(Note I might not be 100% correct, this is all memory)
Anyway, so I am in school class, nearly to go back home. For an incident that happened earlier in school, the mother of a person I probably annoyed, came at school just to shout at me for my bad behaviour (I blame ADHD for this). Anyway, my entire brain "ragequitted" such that I run away around school. I really had nowhere to go, but after some time, the school director and school psychologist (both females) eventually caught me. The idiot that I am, I tried resisting while they were physically "forcing" me so that I don't escape. I even shouted "GOD GAVE US THE FREEDOM OF (MOVEMENT?)" (Though now I'm a gnostic atheist).
Anyway, they couldn't take this anymore and just called the police and ambulance. I was transported to a psychiatric hospital, and I was eventually put into psych ward. From there on I stopped resisting (though I remember constantly moving around halls and stuff, thanks ADHD).
The psych ward had a kitchen and dinner room on the ground floor, and there were 3 bedrooms both on left and right sides, in the upper floor (floor 1). The exterior looked like the average apartment block, though not tall, and there were bars on the windows. All 6 bedrooms had the same layout, they all had 3 beds (that looked like hospital beds with wheels and small bars at the front and end). We were feed every morning and day, and the food wasn't even picked by us, neither cooked. I never ate their food as far as I remember. We were allowed to go outside (to store which was inside the hospital, and near the block we were at, which had a small children park) and we were allowed to smoke (I don't smoke tho), but the outside time was very small. There were also toys too, and there were jenga blocks, which all of them had boobs drawn on them, yikes.
I had a roommate, which was very friendly, and was basically depressed and was sexually abused by their (they're non-binary) mother apparently. I do like that their father was okay with their gender.
The other roommates consisted of a psychopathic chunky girl that kept threatening to kill me and stuff, a few other depressed people, a girl that seemed to have body dysmorphia and refused to eat just to stay like that (a bit skeleton-like), another girl that was drug addicted, another girl (jeez so many girls) that had an accident and severely damaged her motor functions (she looked like slowmode), and a few more.
