Some online friends called 911 on my son when he was just a few weeks shy of 18 and he was placed on a psych hold for a week for self-harming thoughts.
Don’t get me wrong, I am very grateful they saw signs he’d managed to hide from us, but since the paperwork took a few weeks to process, he not only had to deal with his mental health issues, but also got an 18th birthday present of a $20,000 bill for inpatient services under his name. That definitely didn’t help his mental state at all, and it took years to sort it out.
Later, he told me all he learned from the whole experience was to never tell anyone what he really thinks. As a mom, that scares the shit out of me.
I got admitted to a psych ward once and they did literally nothing there except eat my insurance money. Others there were complaining about being admitted for no good reason (definitely so they could eat their money too). There was almost nothing to do there for weeks or months. Worse is they had one lounge radio and the popular song at the time was “Beautiful Girls” by Sean Kingston.
Damn, all these beautiful girls
They only wanna do you dirt
They’ll have you suicidal, suicidal
I had to listen to that horrendous autotune pop where “suicidal, suicidal!” played over and over in the public area of the psych ward. I wish I was joking.
Some online friends called 911 on my son when he was just a few weeks shy of 18 and he was placed on a psych hold for a week for self-harming thoughts.
Don’t get me wrong, I am very grateful they saw signs he’d managed to hide from us, but since the paperwork took a few weeks to process, he not only had to deal with his mental health issues, but also got an 18th birthday present of a $20,000 bill for inpatient services under his name. That definitely didn’t help his mental state at all, and it took years to sort it out.
Later, he told me all he learned from the whole experience was to never tell anyone what he really thinks. As a mom, that scares the shit out of me.
Wouldn’t it have made sense for him to declare bancrupcy at that point.
You have a smart kid
I got admitted to a psych ward once and they did literally nothing there except eat my insurance money. Others there were complaining about being admitted for no good reason (definitely so they could eat their money too). There was almost nothing to do there for weeks or months. Worse is they had one lounge radio and the popular song at the time was “Beautiful Girls” by Sean Kingston.
I had to listen to that horrendous autotune pop where “suicidal, suicidal!” played over and over in the public area of the psych ward. I wish I was joking.