I was in one for a week (7 days) after a massive Xanax overdose. The first two days I don't remember much because the Xanax fucked me up. I was off for those day, but do remember some parts. I am a small female, and they actually put me in a male ward because they said they had no room in the women's. On the second day I was asked to be moved because there was this one guy that would knock on my door and wait there and peak in, or sit by me and stare at me. It didn't feel safe.
I was moved on day 3. The weekends didn't count as day apparently, so my 5 day stay was actually 7. The food was horrible, and I couldn't eat it. I was so anxious I would gag on my food. I asked to eat in my room on the bed for that reason, but they weren't happy about that and told me not to.
Some people were a little crazy, others just had problems. One lady who spoke to herself told me she was going to kill me and staff didn't care. We didn't watch TV, we weren't allowed to expect a couple of nights we could pick one movie. They had puzzles for free time, and some coloring. You wear scrubs, and even special undies that were taken everyday to be washed.
If you smoked, you were given this little device that you sucked on for nicotine and could carry that around whenever. You couldn't have personal belongings. Checks were down on everyone through out the whole night. Yes they give you a blanket but in my case there was nothing to tie it to so no you couldn't harm yourself. Plastic spoons/forks. NO KNIFES of any kind.
A Dr. would see you every few days and try to give you drugs. I denied extra drugs. They were really pushy and didn't want you to ask questions, but to take the pills. Blood pressure and all were tested every day in the morning. They did have visiting hours each night. I started crying on day 3 in the visits because I wanted to go home so bad. Don't check yourself in- I felt worse in there and wanted to kill myself MORE by being in there.
I think I got 1 therapy session kind of. The last day you don't know when you get to leave. You wait all day until they tell you that you could leave now. It sucks, and made me not want to try overdosing again because I would hate to fail AND end up in that shit place.
One girl checked herself in because she was homeless and also had mental issues, seemed a little slower but very sweet. Another girl told the staff, "Hey, you guys need to get her therapy. Because she is using me as a therapist and she is talking about her rapes, and violent past and I can't deal with it!" The same girl went crazy crying because she was having rape flashbacks. So what did they do? They loaded her up with so much Xanax that she couldn't walk to her bed. We had to help her to her bed. They also threatened to give you some sort of shot on your ass check if you went hay wire. I think this happened to her. No idea what it was... some kind of sedative. Scary shit. My mother said it reminded her of One flew over the Cuckoo's nest. She walked in for visiting and the staff was playing classical music LOUD AS FUCK over the speakers... we all thought it seemed loud... weird shit. The visitors asked to have the music down because no one could hear anything.