1/5 Felicia E. 6 months ago on Google • 8 reviews
I
was
admitted
in
march
of
2022
from
attempted
suicide.
This
place
is
a
nightmare.
I
have
been
diagnosed
with
bipolar
since
I
was
13.
I’m
not
denying
I
deal
with
my
own
issues.
When
I’m
scared
and
put
into
a
new
place
though,
I
am
very
withdrawn
and
quiet.
Most
“caretakers”
here
would
call
me
being
agreeable
and
helpful.
The
truth
is,
I
was
doing
their
job
for
them.
There
were
not
any
groups
available
except
one,
Ms.
Julie’s.
My
fellow
patients
and
I
held
each
other
through
this
mess
of
a
place
and
tried
to
help
prepare
each
other
to
not
come
back.
“Booty
juice”
was
regularly
given
to
patients
that
needed
counseling
one
on
one
to
avoid
doing
their
jobs.
A
sexual
predator
went
into
a
girl’s
room
who
was
19
but
looked
10
and
they
caught
him
just
staring
at
her.
One
night,
staff
moved
her
to
our
floor
to
separate
them.
The
next
night
moved
him
for
being
disorderly
to
the
same
floor
this
poor
girl
was
on.
Multiple
complaints
were
given
and
nothing
was
ever
done
so
we
formed
a
group
to
look
out
for
each
other.
I
have
nutritional
issues
and
needed
to
be
placed
on
ensure
because
the
only
thing
I
would
eat
from
the
cafeteria
was
salad.
I
was
supposed
to
receive
3
a
day,
ordered
by
the
doctor.
My
medicine
even
depended
on
calorie
intake
to
absorb
properly.
I
was
lucky
to
get
one
in
a
day
or
a
single
salad.
I
went
three
days
with
no
ensure
and
no
salad
because
the
staff
that
did
care
was
off
duty
for
the
weekend.
The
showers
were
freezing,
the
facility
dirty
as
a
barn,
and
we
were
supposed
to
be
given
clothes
by
the
patient
advocate
if
we
had
none
and
had
laundry
provided.
I
was
lucky
enough
to
have
my
clothes
washed
once
in
14
days.
My
husband
was
bringing
clothing
and
socks
for
me
that
I
“donated”
to
the
floor
to
let
these
poor
people
have
socks.
I
was
held
this
long
due
to
it
being
my
max
insurance
payout.
I
did
not
EVER
see
a
doctor
until
my
husband
called
and
complained
to
a
man
named
Stephen
that
I
had
been
there
for
12
days,
been
given
another
patients
meds
“by
accident
because
I
looked
like
her”
and
he
was
furious
over
me
never
seeing
a
doctor
and
their
advertisement
of
programs
that
were
never
provided.
The
patient
advocate
was
appalled
with
the
facility
and
working
actively
with
my
family.
She
was
ready
to
quit
her
job,
not
because
she
didn’t
want
to
help,
but
she
felt
like
she
could
make
no
difference
and
it
was
breaking
her
heart.
I
was
given
no
pillow…
EVER.
I
stuffed
my
clothes
in
a
pillow
case
and
slept
on
it
until
my
angel
of
a
roommate
left
and
broke
the
rules
by
giving
me
hers
after
8
days.
The
one
and
only
time
I
lost
my
composure
while
I
was
there,
I
had
a
panic
attack
and
tried
to
implement
breathing
exercises
I
was
taught
by
a
tech
named
John
T.
I
was
throughly
screamed
at
by
another
tech
at
the
time
for
crying
and
hyperventilating.
I
was
demanded
to
give
them
my
blood
pressure
and
heart
rate
because
they
thought
it
was
fake
and
would
not
record…
they
took
it
later
after
the
panic
attack
and
recorded
that…
all
while
be
screamed
at
by
a
tech
her
brother
just
died.
She
wishes
she
had
it
as
easy
as
me
and
could
just
cop
out
and
try
to
kill
herself.
The
next
day
she
tried
to
make
an
example
out
of
me
and
knew
I
was
quiet
and
shy.
She
was
angry
I
reported
her
and
I
was
told
she
was
reprimanded.
She
still
forced
me
in
front
of
any
entire
room
when
we
had
never
had
group
and
she
is
not
a
counselor
and
forced
group
that
morning
with
“me
leading
it”
It’s
fine
though,
because
I
did
lead
that
group
and
I
brought
those
people
together
and
we
are
still…
over
a
year
and
a
half
later,
helping
each
other.
Lake
view
is
a
disgrace.
It’s
an
abuse
of
human
dignity
and
I
know
I
am
personally
now
dealing
with
severe
PTSD
that
strictly
came
out
of
going
to
this
place
to
“heal”
This
is
not
the
place
to
seek
help.
That
does
not
mean
there
aren’t
others
though.
Do
your
research,
don’t
let
this
place
break
you,
and
help
shut
it
down.
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