I stayed at a psychiatric hospital at 16 years old. The nurse was incredibly mean and would often literally YELL at me for something minor (standing too close to the payphone, etc.). Anyway, one day, I go up to her to tell her about my depersonalization/derealization. As a psychiatric nurse, she had no idea what that was. So I tried to describe it and told her the world looks/feels unreal and cartoonlike and I have difficulty recognizing my surroundings. She looks up at me with the bitchiest smirk I have ever seen. She hands me a piece of paper and some crayons and says "Can you draw it for me?" and proceeds to look at one of the other workers like I was an idiot. I was panicking and scared so I just said "no" and sat down away from her. I was scared but I wasn't disturbing anyone. But 5, minutes later, she calls me over, she forces me to take some pill, and the next thing you know I'm basically passed out on my bed. I woke up the next morning confused and upon asking her what I took, she rolled her eyes and said it didn't matter. I know it doesn't sound that bad compared to other people's experiences, but I felt so alone and it was like they were making fun of my illness.