I was discharged today, after two fucking weeks in that hole.
I was Baker Acted (for you non-Floridians, it means that someone can have you involuntarily examined if you get a little weird
) because I said, during my day treatment program (essentially, group therapy that meets up every weekday), that I had stopped taking my psychotropic medications. The thing is, for the past week or two I hadn't been taking the program very seriously and would only attend to make lewd comments, gawk at the counselor's nice ass and give the impression that I was some type of bad ass that didn't need to take my medications. Anyways, the counselor didn't even warn me and before I knew it I was standing before two police officers, ready to hand-cuff me and take me away.
My escape came a bit later, after I had been processed and dressed in a gown. I bolted out of the elevator the orderly and I were on as its door was closing and, thanks to my familiarity with the building, I was able to quickly make my way to the exit and disappear into the night. But to be perfectly honest, the whole escape, though somewhat exhilarating, was pretty anti-climactic. I managed to make it home for a few hours, but eventually the police were contacted by the hospital and showed up at my house. I agreed to have my parents bring me back to the hospital.
Anyone else here ever been institutionalized? Or had to deal with mental illness?