1/5 lalida g. 7 months ago on Google
I
was
on
woodlands
ward
for
19
months.
The
way
staff
handled
incidents
of
self
harm,
was
extremely
undignified.
Unhygienic
ward,
they
never
washed
the
safe
suits
and
one
time
I
was
restrained
into
a
safe
suit
that
had
period
blood
in
the
shorts.
Staff
very
very
clearly
displayed
favouritism
towards
certain
patients.
Breached
and
invaded
our
privacy
as
the
staff
did
spot
checks
on
our
phones,
they
particularly
singled
me
out
for
no
reason
as
they
always
checked
my
phone.
They
would
check
our
camera
roll
which
is
completely
invasive,
read
our
diaries
without
our
consent
too.
Misuse
and
overuse
of
IM
injections
when
it
was
not
needed
and
could
be
handled
with
verbal
de-escalation.
When
staff
would
wake
us
up
in
the
morning,
it
was
so
scary
and
triggering
to
us
all
who
suffered
with
trauma/loud
noises.
As
they
shouted
at
the
top
of
their
lungs
and
banged
on
our
doors
SO
loud.
I
could
go
on
for
days
about
how
disgusting
and
vile
this
company.
EDIT.
Sometimes
I
really
struggle
to
let
go
and
move
past
my
experience
at
the
Priory.
I
canāt
fathom
how
truly
atrocious
it
was.
We
werenāt
allowed
unhealthy
snacks
when
a
particular
staff
was
working
there.
She
would
go
in
the
kitchen
and
literally
bin
EVERYTHING.
Our
parents
spent
money
on
those
things.
We
had
nothing
else
to
look
forward
to,
and
she
threw
it
all
in
the
bin.
That
staff
would
also
whack
up
the
air
conditioning
to
full
blast,
to
make
sure
we
didnāt
sleep
on
the
corridor
(our
rooms
were
locked
8.30am
-
22.30).
We
were
literally
ice
blocks,
all
lay
on
the
corridor.
Bodies
everywhere
on
the
hard
dirty
floor.
If
we
dared
bring
a
blanket
or
teddy
out
on
the
corridor,
they
would
wait
until
you
go
to
the
toilet
and
take
it
and
lock
it
in
your
room.
I
felt
like
I
had
no
rights
as
a
human.
The
Priory
put
so
much
emphasis
on
controlling
our
freedom
to
ākeep
us
safeā
and
āencourage
a
healthy
routineā.
But
this
company
canāt
even
keep
people
alive!
Maybe
start
off
by
not
falling
asleep
on
1:1?
To
further
reiterate
my
point
about
our
lack
of
freedom
and
being
controlled,
we
were
allowed
a
maximum
of
7
outfits
in
our
rooms.
But
we
had
to
work
to
earn
that,
we
started
off
with
1
outfit
and
worked
our
way
up
to
earn
our
clothes.
I
could
go
on
for
days
about
how
torturous
and
damaging
these
wards
were
to
my
mental
health.
How
could
you
call
this
care?
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