They will give you pills that harden shit up your ass at least for five days.
No wonder there was no toilet paper.
Anyway.
If anyone wants to hear the full story of my visit there. Just say. If not, oh well...
Edit: So it seems like there are people interested in the story, so I'll tell you.
(By the way english is not my native language so there might be few mistakes here and there. Just thought I'd let you know that.)
So before I start out I'll give you little info about me. I'm 25 to 28 years old somewhere in between there (I guess I'm stil a bit paranoid to tell my exact age) I'm Latvian.
This whole situation happened Here in Latvia, a small country that is located in the eastern europe. Languages: Latvian and russian mostly.
Letting you know that because here mental institutes might differ from USA or UK.
This whole situation was actually pretty silly now that I think about it.
So it happened at the end of October 2015.
October 31.
Got drunk and decided to go play some video games for the night at the internet cafe. So I went there and started playing, it was all good, started feeling sleepy as I sunk deeper into the comfty chair, but then I started to feel really strange, my heart started racing faster, like really fast. Went outside to breathe some fresh air, but I didn't seemed to calm down. I was thinking what to do, just go home or call the ambulance, cause seriously It was so bad I was thinking I might die there and started panicking. I called ambulance and told them that I felt really sick and my heart is racing really fast, my thoughts were a mess in my head. I put my stuff, a bag of beer and my jacket on the sidewalk and lied on it while waiting for the ambulane to come. They arrived, I got into the ambulance car, I was very stressed out, I told them I felt like I was dying. They measured my blood pressure. It was pretty high it was somewhere arround 170 to 110. They would later on tell me that's the kind of a blood pressure that only old people can experience. (The reason for the high blood pressure as I discovered days later was that I was wearing jeans that were too tight and they blocked some blood vessels in my legs. Also I did drink energy drink with alcohol that night maybe that's gotta do something with it as well I'm not sure.
As I wasn't thinking straight I was giving them information that wasn't neccesary to tell the medics. I was telling them that I'm schizoid and I have an appointment with my psychiatrist, so they thought I'm crazy and I should be sectioned. I shouldn't have said that, was just thinking they could help me if I give them any sort of information. And then they just asked me if I want to go to Mental institute. I thought they might help me there. I was totally out of my mind there from all of that worrying. They actually needed to bring me to a normal hospital like the sanitary said when I was brought there at 1 am. It was creepy as I was scared shitless. There was this one sanitary guy, middle aged man, just sitting not far from me, very creepy just staring at me. that was quite disturbing. Medics just told me I would be there for just a consultation and that's it, but nope they sectioned me, but before they did that. I had change clothes as that creepy ass sanitarian guy was looking as I undressed. I don't underwear so it was even more awkward, tried to cover my manhood, but he still kept staring. I don't know, maybe he was watching me if I got any drugs or something illegal. Anyways I just felt uncomfortable.
And then when I've had changed my cloth they brought me to a lady, psychiatrist. I told her about my condition (my personal doctor said I don't have to be sectioned, but here I am in this utterly stupid silly situation that I brought myself into it.) It was all just really fault.
She said that they would give me some pills, I don't remember the name. Then the sanitary just brought me to the ward in the night, had to walk outside, it was cold and creepy. Went inside, they gave me some pills and then I walked inside the ward. There were like 8 people sleeping, some of them were snoring pretty loud. So I lied down in a bed and tried to fall asleep, but I really couldn't as i opened my eyes and saw two people getting up and walking in the middle of night back and forth, from one side to another. How could I fall asleep in that kind of place that I've never been before? One of the sanitary ladies was even pissed that I in't sleep as i ha my eyes open to check my surroundings and make sure no one kills me. i didn't slept for the whole night, I guess I passed out somewhere in the middle of the next day. The place wasn't just inhibited by people with mental issues the place was actually called something like psychiatry an aiction center. Among people with mental issues there were also alcoholics and junkies. Then they later get sorte in different wards where crazy live with crazy an junkies with junkies.
So at the next day after I was brought into the ward (wich was all just a big missunderstanding) they gave me those pills an after couple of hours they started kicking in. Effects were quite unpleasant it felt like i was being drained from strenght, felt weak, dull couldn't do much, just sit there and observe other people with half closed eyes around me. It was pretty scary. We were litterally drugged with some bad shit. One o the junkies who seemed to like me walked over my bed and told me all kinds of stuff, he was calling himself a psychopath like how he used LSD. He seemed like a normal dude to me, but a bit strange. He said "Don't resist them giving you pills, it's just gonna get worse. Say thank you after you drink them" he also told me that soon I'm gonna start hallucinate like i there's an item you're holding in your hand, it's gonna dissapear and then you see it dropped on the ground. I wasn't hallucinating. I think the guy hallucinated because he was experiencing ater eects o the drugs he used before. The reason why he was there he told me that some teenagers were bashing him in the head quite heavily so he got brought here.
There were some more junkies in the ward like three or four and three older men that were alcoholics. One o them was quite annoying. He would just lie there in his bed and I could hear him swallow and it was pretty loud. Problematic to all asleep when you hear that noise. There was also a younger dude that had some mental issues. he would go arround yelling and snickering into other people stuff. An then there was this old man who had almost completely lost his mind, standing in the middle of the room, showing the inside of his shoe that he was holding in his hand with a big smile.
I went to the toilet and discovered there was no toilet paper. And the junkie said to me, it's never there. At that moment I didn't took it that seriously. Later at the evening some more fucked up shit happened. One of the sanitary men told me to take a shower. The door had no lock. So when I was naked, he came in and started showering me. I was drugged, that I didn't even said anything to him. But again I felt uncomfortable, eventually he left the showers.
There was this one other sanitary guy, he was fat. An quite ignorrant to some patients. I felt like he needed to get on these pills to chill out, because he was yelling at one guy who just wanted to take a walk outside, was being threatened with getting locked to the bed and hit a belt.
November 2
So it's a new day, I hope they let me out, I gotta work to o and it's monday. I hear doctors will come in, I'll get my chance to tell them I shouldn't be here in the first place. I find it kind of unsettling how one of the doctors litterally making fun of one of the guys, he keeps repeating to him "Remember you once told me you want to change world?" and he did that just to impress the students that came in with him to look at the patients. That was kind of a douche move.
So one of the doctors come by me and I told him I shouldn't be here. Then I had a little conversation, told him what happened and told him a little about myself. He said I don't have to neccesarily be sectioned here, but I do need to undergo a treatment. He said I have underdeveloped personality. Which is something I kind of agree. I tend to impersonate people's behaviours that I liked rather responding to situation like i'd do it myself.
Okay, so they let me out. When giving my stuff back I seem to lack some money, yeah one the sanitary bastards took my money when the brought me in, it wasn't much though, couple of euros.
So I went home. And for four days I had trouble with pushing the shit out of my ass. It came out little hard, almost like bricks. So that's where I understood, what those pills were doing to me and not just only to me. Im just surprised that I have never heard of this kind of "treatment" before. At some point I was thinking it's some kind of secret governmental experiment, but of course it's silly to think that way. But it's nevertheless fucked up, what they give to their patients.
Thank you for your attention. Just had to tell this to someone. Only my mom knew about this, and she didn't took it too seriously thinking I'm making this up.
No wonder there was no toilet paper.
Anyway.
If anyone wants to hear the full story of my visit there. Just say. If not, oh well...
Edit: So it seems like there are people interested in the story, so I'll tell you.
(By the way english is not my native language so there might be few mistakes here and there. Just thought I'd let you know that.)
So before I start out I'll give you little info about me. I'm 25 to 28 years old somewhere in between there (I guess I'm stil a bit paranoid to tell my exact age) I'm Latvian.
This whole situation happened Here in Latvia, a small country that is located in the eastern europe. Languages: Latvian and russian mostly.
Letting you know that because here mental institutes might differ from USA or UK.
This whole situation was actually pretty silly now that I think about it.
So it happened at the end of October 2015.
October 31.
Got drunk and decided to go play some video games for the night at the internet cafe. So I went there and started playing, it was all good, started feeling sleepy as I sunk deeper into the comfty chair, but then I started to feel really strange, my heart started racing faster, like really fast. Went outside to breathe some fresh air, but I didn't seemed to calm down. I was thinking what to do, just go home or call the ambulance, cause seriously It was so bad I was thinking I might die there and started panicking. I called ambulance and told them that I felt really sick and my heart is racing really fast, my thoughts were a mess in my head. I put my stuff, a bag of beer and my jacket on the sidewalk and lied on it while waiting for the ambulane to come. They arrived, I got into the ambulance car, I was very stressed out, I told them I felt like I was dying. They measured my blood pressure. It was pretty high it was somewhere arround 170 to 110. They would later on tell me that's the kind of a blood pressure that only old people can experience. (The reason for the high blood pressure as I discovered days later was that I was wearing jeans that were too tight and they blocked some blood vessels in my legs. Also I did drink energy drink with alcohol that night maybe that's gotta do something with it as well I'm not sure.
As I wasn't thinking straight I was giving them information that wasn't neccesary to tell the medics. I was telling them that I'm schizoid and I have an appointment with my psychiatrist, so they thought I'm crazy and I should be sectioned. I shouldn't have said that, was just thinking they could help me if I give them any sort of information. And then they just asked me if I want to go to Mental institute. I thought they might help me there. I was totally out of my mind there from all of that worrying. They actually needed to bring me to a normal hospital like the sanitary said when I was brought there at 1 am. It was creepy as I was scared shitless. There was this one sanitary guy, middle aged man, just sitting not far from me, very creepy just staring at me. that was quite disturbing. Medics just told me I would be there for just a consultation and that's it, but nope they sectioned me, but before they did that. I had change clothes as that creepy ass sanitarian guy was looking as I undressed. I don't underwear so it was even more awkward, tried to cover my manhood, but he still kept staring. I don't know, maybe he was watching me if I got any drugs or something illegal. Anyways I just felt uncomfortable.
And then when I've had changed my cloth they brought me to a lady, psychiatrist. I told her about my condition (my personal doctor said I don't have to be sectioned, but here I am in this utterly stupid silly situation that I brought myself into it.) It was all just really fault.
She said that they would give me some pills, I don't remember the name. Then the sanitary just brought me to the ward in the night, had to walk outside, it was cold and creepy. Went inside, they gave me some pills and then I walked inside the ward. There were like 8 people sleeping, some of them were snoring pretty loud. So I lied down in a bed and tried to fall asleep, but I really couldn't as i opened my eyes and saw two people getting up and walking in the middle of night back and forth, from one side to another. How could I fall asleep in that kind of place that I've never been before? One of the sanitary ladies was even pissed that I in't sleep as i ha my eyes open to check my surroundings and make sure no one kills me. i didn't slept for the whole night, I guess I passed out somewhere in the middle of the next day. The place wasn't just inhibited by people with mental issues the place was actually called something like psychiatry an aiction center. Among people with mental issues there were also alcoholics and junkies. Then they later get sorte in different wards where crazy live with crazy an junkies with junkies.
So at the next day after I was brought into the ward (wich was all just a big missunderstanding) they gave me those pills an after couple of hours they started kicking in. Effects were quite unpleasant it felt like i was being drained from strenght, felt weak, dull couldn't do much, just sit there and observe other people with half closed eyes around me. It was pretty scary. We were litterally drugged with some bad shit. One o the junkies who seemed to like me walked over my bed and told me all kinds of stuff, he was calling himself a psychopath like how he used LSD. He seemed like a normal dude to me, but a bit strange. He said "Don't resist them giving you pills, it's just gonna get worse. Say thank you after you drink them" he also told me that soon I'm gonna start hallucinate like i there's an item you're holding in your hand, it's gonna dissapear and then you see it dropped on the ground. I wasn't hallucinating. I think the guy hallucinated because he was experiencing ater eects o the drugs he used before. The reason why he was there he told me that some teenagers were bashing him in the head quite heavily so he got brought here.
There were some more junkies in the ward like three or four and three older men that were alcoholics. One o them was quite annoying. He would just lie there in his bed and I could hear him swallow and it was pretty loud. Problematic to all asleep when you hear that noise. There was also a younger dude that had some mental issues. he would go arround yelling and snickering into other people stuff. An then there was this old man who had almost completely lost his mind, standing in the middle of the room, showing the inside of his shoe that he was holding in his hand with a big smile.
I went to the toilet and discovered there was no toilet paper. And the junkie said to me, it's never there. At that moment I didn't took it that seriously. Later at the evening some more fucked up shit happened. One of the sanitary men told me to take a shower. The door had no lock. So when I was naked, he came in and started showering me. I was drugged, that I didn't even said anything to him. But again I felt uncomfortable, eventually he left the showers.
There was this one other sanitary guy, he was fat. An quite ignorrant to some patients. I felt like he needed to get on these pills to chill out, because he was yelling at one guy who just wanted to take a walk outside, was being threatened with getting locked to the bed and hit a belt.
November 2
So it's a new day, I hope they let me out, I gotta work to o and it's monday. I hear doctors will come in, I'll get my chance to tell them I shouldn't be here in the first place. I find it kind of unsettling how one of the doctors litterally making fun of one of the guys, he keeps repeating to him "Remember you once told me you want to change world?" and he did that just to impress the students that came in with him to look at the patients. That was kind of a douche move.
So one of the doctors come by me and I told him I shouldn't be here. Then I had a little conversation, told him what happened and told him a little about myself. He said I don't have to neccesarily be sectioned here, but I do need to undergo a treatment. He said I have underdeveloped personality. Which is something I kind of agree. I tend to impersonate people's behaviours that I liked rather responding to situation like i'd do it myself.
Okay, so they let me out. When giving my stuff back I seem to lack some money, yeah one the sanitary bastards took my money when the brought me in, it wasn't much though, couple of euros.
So I went home. And for four days I had trouble with pushing the shit out of my ass. It came out little hard, almost like bricks. So that's where I understood, what those pills were doing to me and not just only to me. Im just surprised that I have never heard of this kind of "treatment" before. At some point I was thinking it's some kind of secret governmental experiment, but of course it's silly to think that way. But it's nevertheless fucked up, what they give to their patients.
Thank you for your attention. Just had to tell this to someone. Only my mom knew about this, and she didn't took it too seriously thinking I'm making this up.
