Doctors put me on 40 different meds for bipolar and depression. It almost killed me.
Amanda Gelender

Wish I had a good experience to share. Unfortunately after speaking with a Life Coach last year she felt I needed to be committed to a Psych Ward and I wound up spending 2 weeks in Kings County Hospital one of the worst hospitals in New York. Of course I was depressed, my cousin died, a co-worker died and my job is extremely stressful, plus I was in debt up to my ears. However Kings County was not the answer to my situation. The only experience worse than being at Kings County was when both my parents died years ago. The doctors put me on Haldol and some Effexor another anti-depressant. By the time I got out I nearly lost both my job and my apartment. The so-called anti-depressants made my anxiety and panic attacks much worse. The situation was so bad my friends advised me to get off those drugs. I took their advice and stopped taking them. I was forced to attend the Brooklyn Psycho-Therapy center but that did not work out well. They take advantage of Black and Hispanic patients. After I got sick of the bullshit I stood up for myself, told them off and naturally was asked to leave. That was the end of me dealing with therapists. Fortunately 2016 has been a better year. I’m starting to stabilize but I will never trust another therapist or mental health professional again for the rest of my life.

There were some nice people who worked there, mostly the nurses and direct care workers. They realized that I was not “crazy” or suicidal and on the day I was released begged me never to return to the hospital. Yes they had people who thought they were God, screamed all night and had legitimate mental illnesses but most of us unjustly committed because we were of color, Black, Brown, Female, Gay. Yes we needed help but not the kind of help they offered. All they wanted to do was to create compliant Zombies. It was like living through a Horror Movie. I was scared every day but just went to “Group” and co-operated so I would be released.

There was a young Gay man I became friends with while on 5 W. His only fault was being a homeless gay man. He is very intelligent and we had wonderful conversations. Like me we shrank back in terror when they called a Code Blue. That meant big burly guys were about to subdue and forcefully medicate some unfortunate soul. We were both terrified. I still try to stay in touch with him on Facebook. Our crimes were being part of minority groups and being poor.

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