While the title says a lot, there is a fairly good story to go with this. While it was VERY apparent that I wasn’t able to be at work for me. I wasn’t able to convince my current doctor that I needed to be written back out. There was no reason for him not to write the note, as it would have saved a lot of hassle for me. Since he didn’t write the note, I spent the following 4 months answering questions, phone calls, and such explaining what kind of condition I was in.
Feb 8, 2021
Well, the title says a lot….. Thinking back on the whole process, it was a blessing that I went from Copestone to IOP. IOP ended up giving me tools that I didn’t even know I needed, until they were talking about them. FYI : I will be pursuing getting some of most of the content from the IOP program I went through, into the school systems. Anyways, back to the topic at hand. A nice woman came and saw me a few times in Copestone, which was the boarding process to get into the IOP program. There were a few of us that were the first ones to go through the process, so they were still figuring a few things out with us. Over all, the IOP program was a good experience.
Jan 9, 2021
First of all, I’m glad I went into Copestone, it was what I needed at the time…….. With that being said, I will dive into the details…. When I was checking myself into Copestone, a mental ward in Mission Hospital, I went to the ER. I told them that I’m needing to be kept and my psychiatrist said that I was a danger to myself. This goes along with suicidal ideations, and this is something serious that needed immediate action. I remember when I was taken back, I was put in a small room. I’m thinking it was like a 5’x5' room, with a lot of stuff in it, and one seat. I was so anxious, I was pacing back and forth, uncontrollably. After about 20 minutes (or what I thought was 20 minutes), I made my way out the door of the hospital and called for a ride. About the time my ride was showing up, a nurse comes out and convinces me to come back in, just for a minute. I was promised I could come back out. When I made it back to the room, I had left, I was met with two security guards. At that point, I was stripped down and searched for weapons and objects, I was allowed to have my boxers, shorts (with no string), shirt, and socks. Everything else was taken from me. Then I was escorted to a holding area, that I was suppose to have a tele-health visit with a doctor to decide what to do with me.
Sep 12, 2020