my time on the psych wards was intense like I was in a room with two way glass and the phD was like how is your stay here and I was like well I feel like a lot of people here on this ward are reading my mind (mind you a lot of strange shit was happening people would come up to me and talk about stuff from the recesses of my brain and another guy punched a nurse after we changed pajamas in the shower so yeah there will always be strange shit that happens on a locked ward) but the shrink was like well we have medication that will help you with the privacy of your thoughts I thought to myself lmao just what I need very reassuring I just told him oh that will be nice to experience lol thankfully never had to go back there and like most of my jaded history its like 25 years ago now so stable and so thriving despite all that thankfully they intervened in my life before intervention was too late...