So I had the pleasure of attending a beautiful local Biloxi, Mississippi, “Behavioral Hospital”. The procedure was simple: find a man asleep in his front yard and say he’s suicidal as he attempts to leave the Emergency Room. Brilliant, yes?
Suicidal? Where are they getting this information from, I wondered. I mean, I woke up to a security guard posted outside of my room. Whatever happened to leaving Against Medical Advice (AMA)???
The old rules are gone; AMA is a one-way ticket to commitment. They say that you are a “threat to yourself” after meeting you for 15 seconds, when your family has known you for decades and would never say that about you. With some chain gang psychology and thuggery security tactics, I made it out of the Emergency Room with a “72-hour hold”, which they assured me weekends and nights don’t count.
As day 4 or 5 closes, they say I’m an hour away from my hold ending. Shortly before this happens, a Latisha-Jones-like nurse practitioner thinks she’s found the next Donald Trump tax-evading billionaire of NYC, and she starts holding the gun to my head.
Sign up voluntarily so we can receive your insurance money (approximately $2,000 per day), or we will file paperwork with the courts to have you committed to a state hospital, she says.
I live on a budget. I don’t understand how, legally, the hospital can make me homeless due to unpaid bills for missed wages on a career I can’t attend.
But I try this bitch. I give them Hell, and they try their petty high-grade gaslighting tactics on me. I threatened them with so much realness that they put a stop order on my state commitment and told me to give them a few days, and they would let me out.
This bitch NP even had the nerve to threaten to go after my family members who are physicians, simply for being physicians and treating patients.
I don’t want to go into further detail, but I wanted to bring this to your attention.
NEVER allow someone to think you are suicidal, or report that to the EMT or 911.
Mental patients have no rights, and they will treat you like less than 3/5ths of a human being.
The so-called “hospital” I had the pleasure of witnessing was like a medium-security county jail: locked doors, guards that stopped you from leaving, a TV with only Time Warner behind bulletproof glass, fixed furniture, and three meals a day.
Ugh.