/suicide/ - Suicide Tips & Tricks

>>6013

How's you manage to get banned?

I'd like to go in one for a couple weeks or so. I just want a break from my routine, besides expectations of me will be lower when you've been in a nut house

I'm >>8911

Been in here since Tuesday. It's not too bad. I was lucky and allowed my laptop and phone though, there are others here though who aren't even allowed shoelaces. If you can bullshit it and tell them the rightthings you will have a much better time.

your experience will also vary depending on why your in though. If it's for depression/anxiety like me then honestly it's not gonna feel much different from outside. Just be careful, it goes without saying but a lot of the other inmates who have issues outside of depression can be pretty nuts. One girl here with schizophrenia keeps thinking she has a pet dog with her and goes apeshit and attacks anyone that gets close to it. A lot of the people are super friendly though, just obviously missing a few screws.

Also some real qt's here, there's a few cute emo chicks who are in for cutting but are otherwise super hot and friendly.

I was in an adolescent ward recently. It was alright, a little degrading to have so little freedom, and to be forced to go to groups pretty often. Honestly, it felt like a weird summer camp that you couldn't leave. I got tired of being there, so I fed them what they wanted to hear, and I was out the next day. The whole experiance made me a lot more comfortable about being mentally fucked up.

I really miss the people I met in there, they were some of the greatest people I ever met.

Zach, Maddie, Haley, I truly hope you found whatever it is that you were looking for.

When I was a teenager I got admitted when I was grieving. It was terrifying because my family didn't even know where I was, I didn't tell anyone, and they took my possessions and put it behind the reception station. There were no beds left, so I was sitting in a waiting room for about 40 hours with older male patients talking to me in a really uncomfortable manner. I couldn't stop crying for a while when this one kept getting agitated with me and talking to his invisible phone to tell off my boyfriend because he was trying to get me to believe that I was now single thanks to his fantasy conversation. When I cried someone said 'Don't let them see you doing that or you will be here for the rest of your life.'

I didn't get offered a single meal since I didn't have a bed. So I begged to make a phone call to my parents, and instead called a lady I knew that was a respected professional that could successfully get me out into her care.

I just hope that anywhere I end up in the future is not that bad.

>>4294

> I also had sex for the first time there,

With the staff or one of the inmates?

I've been in two psychiatric wards and one psychiatric hospital, all in the adolescent sections. I've been admitted 6 times and transferred once, in the period of 1 year. I never attempted suicide outside, but I tried the ligature method inside quite a few times, but I did it wrong. I now know the proper way, so I might give it a go someday. It depends on whether I get back together with this girl I really like; met her in hospital the first time I was admitted. She's probably not coming back, but I'm going to wait a couple of months anyway, then I might give suicide a go.

>>3390

no you're not. it all depends on how much money you can spend and where you were sent. I have rich parents so they paid for me to stay at a really nice place in north california that hired actual professionals who cared about mental health and helping people. Alas the best intentions are worth shit and I was too much a basket case to learn anything from them so I'm still fucked up and here.

>>9898

I wish my problems were separate from my finances. Ah, must be immensely freeing to be wracked with existential angst, and not have to worry about starving until you get over the stigma of fishing for bread in a Subway dumpster.

I got sent to one because I basically gave myself an eating disorder when I was 14. I stopped eating and giving a fuck about anything and my parents called a psych house to ambush me in the middle of the night and haul me away. These two people from the place just barged into my room and scooped me away. It was fucked up.

All sorts of bullshit quacks questioning me and attempting to drug me. A lot of it was forced without my consent into me. Then they sent me to this facility in Idaho which I later found out was literally operated by a cult organization and it was pretty much nothing but drug addicts and generic at risk teens being used for manual labor. They used us as slave labor to do things for their crazy cult. We operated equipment to bind books, build furniture, all sorts of manual labor tasks. The councilors and therapists were all part of this cult and were not helpful. Being there turned me into a drug user I hung out with drug addicts and learned from them and when I got out they were my only "friends" I came in with an "eating disorder" and left with serious drug issues that I still have today.

I only have experience with adolescent programs. Adulthood has evened me out.

The worst thing overall is that they mix patient demographics up. Yeah this suicidal friendless guy is totally gonna be cured/functional at discharge when they're surrounded by drug addicts, sex offenders, arsonists, and what have you. They warn you not to try to make friends, but that's very difficult to do, especially at that age. People, especially kids, pick up the traits of others sometimes, that's just fucking life and treatment factories should be created with that in mind instead of leaving the burden on the patient.

http://www.hillcrestec.org/highpoint I didn't go here but this and the related programs are what I'm talking about.

No idea what the adult version is like. My mom said her roommate lied in bed all day and occasionally wept, I said they could have just left her home for that.

some qt girls that deal with depression, some crazy dudes, alot of sexual harassment from fellow dudes, beds are practically cement, staff doesnt give a shit about you as long as you're not sneaking around the place

Parents sent me to one when i was in my Sophomore year of highschool, as a result of nearly beating a kid to death with a baseball bat.

I personally think it was entirely justified, he kept talking about raping my little sister, even if he was just joking, i had told him many times before to stop saying that shit.

So while sitting in my garage one day, he sees my sister walk past and says "im gonna rape the fuck out her one day". So i grabbed a bat and smacked him upside the head with it, then all over him while he was on the ground. He has some pretty bad scars and some brain damage now.

So hey throw me into a psych ward, where i got to talk with other violent people who all assured me that my actions were justified.

Really just a massive waste of insurance money.

Three times for suicidal ideation. They helped a bit I suppose, but Im like a junkie that relapses. There's a reason Im on this board.

Any tips to avoid the psych ward? How did you guys mostly get in? Parents rat you out?

>>10618

>He has some pretty bad scars and some brain damage now.

My justice boner has lasted longer than 4 hours. brb doctor

>>3381

man, wouldn't it be ironic to goto a therapist because you are suicidal, and then die in group therapy ?

>>5888

dude, if he did that with a lot of patients he was probably drunk most the time

>>10620

Told my psych how I was feeling. Really, the only way to avoid it, is to not be honest. Once the decide you should be admitted, there's not much you can do to escape it

>>10692

during age 17 - 19, i went through that depressed/edgy/angst phase and got asked to go to a ward on by 3 people.

>the fat happy guy named bob who you could tell visits the beach and listen to stuff like jimmy buffet.

>the indian guy with /that/ tech helping accent that was apart of a ward but just gave out pills.

>that lady who comes when ye go to the hospital with a clipboard but you know she sucks off someone at work.

but recently;

>parents send me to female jew psychiatrist for not living a 'normal' lifestyle

>bullshit my way through 4 sessions

>"Well Anon, I don't really know why you're here. You seem like a well adjusted guy."

>'IF I have a problemo or anything, Is there anyway I COULD contact you?'

>She gives me her card

>'I will call you instead of you calling me. :)'

>Walk out of building and toss card in dumpster

Same thing with female jew doctor that wanted me to take prozac mixed with merilax then go to therapy to work on my back because I was not walking like 'normal' people. I told her to give me her card. I tossed card in outside dumpster.

I was admitted to one after seeking "help" from a counselor in my university in 2012: I was stressed, my gf dumped me, I was working a dead-end job, and came to the conclusion that I can never change the world and live to my ideals; basically I was incredibly jaded. My mistake was admitting to being suicidal instead of no longer being able to give a fuck. As I spoke with the shrink, I spoke with a verbose manner and gave her a picture of the mental anguish I had, "yeah, right now I wouldn't mind if a bus ran me over." She grew incredibly worried and persuaded me to be institutionalized. I refused, assuring her I was fine, but after phoning over her supervisor, two cops barged in the room and handcuffed me.

"Hey man, what's this about? I'm really not a threat."

"Standard procedures. We really just have to."

They took me over to the university's ER. I was put in their psychiatric ward for a night, which involved me just talking about music with some hipster chicks admitted for eating disorders. It was alright, we had our own private rooms and shit. They said that I would be staying here three days maximum.

The next day, the university called me, saying that because I didn't purchase their overpriced insurance and was under my parents' plan, I would be moved to a more appropriate ward for rehabilitation. They strapped me into a straightjacket and gurney, even though I was capable of walking, and used an ambulance to haul me to a psychiatric hospital 40 minutes away in the government-housing suburban part of town. Compared to the uni ward, the quality of the facility nose-dived, and felt exactly like a prison with Big Brother-type nurses and psychiatrists that really don't give a shit. They force medication on you, and refusal to comply will have your stay lengthened.

The patients there were legitimately insane compared to me: in it were drug addicts, people who suffered from frequent hallucinations, "I'm gonna murder you in your sleep," psychos, and seniors with violent PTSD. I hated every second I was there, and felt as if I was going to get hurt. I barely slept because of this, and I had to be put on Ambien the entire time to have some shred of sanity.

I was originally going to be facilitated for 3 days. When that time elapsed, the shrink decided to keep me for an additional 4 days under the reasoning of, "needs more observation for better diagnosis." The shrink was only in the ward for 2 hours a day, attending to over 40 patients, mind you. On the seventh day, same shit happened, this time extended to 14 days. I wasn't alone in this shit: I conversed with other patients and found out this trick was common. The only logical conclusion behind this was that they had been forcefully detaining us to milk insurance money. On the 14th day, I was set free, along with 20 other patients. This was in commiefornia, so I had my gun rights stripped FOR LIFE: barring me entry into any police force, military, or even a shooting range. Guns were one of my few hobbies that I became passionate about, and it was stripped from me because of some kike policy.

When I got my bill in the mail, I owed over $50,000 due to the ambulance and forced extension.

tl;dr

>seek help from shrink because I thought it'll do me good

>get sent to coontown psych ward

>get fucked by insurance-milking

>lose gun rights in the process

>end up never trusting psychs again after learning about the medical-industrial complex firsthand

If I ever find myself in a dark spot again, I'll be sure to commit suicide correctly. I would rather be comatose than end up in one of those hellholes again.

Currently in one. UK, on Section 2, admitted under Section 136 for lacerating my arms and then attacking the police officers that tried to restrain the knife from me. It's not that bad.

>>10799

And you get INTERNET? You lucky whore.

>>10800

Priory hospital bitch. Got some 5 star shit.

>>10854

Might as well live it up while you're living.

>>10718

I hope you haven't paid a dollar of that.

Seriously, people need to learn there is no help, nobody is coming to save you.

Either kill yourself or stfu and hide it. Those are the 2 choices.

>>3335

I hate psychiatrists. Aka psychs that can perscribe meds. When meds are in the picture, its less about psychology and more about how much medication can you shove down someones throat

The last one I went to put me on meds when I was a teen in highschool.

Made me anorexic, gave me insomnia, really vivid nightmares, and I couldn't say anything on my mind cause he would write it down and send it to the school I went to (I'm not kidding).

My school had required me to go cause they thought I was going to legit kill someone (when in reality all I wanted to do was kill myself)

I go to a psych now again. Been with him for 2 years. I've heard a-lot of bad experiences people have with psychs. But I like the guy I go to. On a professional level and on a personal level.

He's an older guy. In his 60s, but a normal one, not like the snot faced jew in >>3332

Casual as well, dresses in t-shirts and shorts.

He works out of his house (which is fucking huge and actually really peaceful, has a waterfall in the back and deer roam around it a-lot with a nice walkway and a separate floor which leads to his lobby/office with an outside staircase)

I feel extremely comfortable around him. I've confessed a-lot of shit I could literally never tell anyone. None of it has left his office. And I didn't feel uncomfortable talking about it. And I've said some dark shit. More than just my suicide attempts.

He's kind of on my wavelength.

Then again we've been through the same shit

abuse parents, awful time in schools, shitty family.

When I talk to him, I feel like I'm talking to a person. Not to a doctor, or a psych, or someone who'll judge me, just another person

I would recommend him to anyone who wants to talk to someone without feeling too organized or industrial, or some money scheme (cause he's also inexpensive)

Infact, its almost a family affair, seeing as my sister goes and my mom and grandma both call him and ask him about me, in which he covers up like 99% of the actual shit I say and replaces it with blanket statements.

John Phillips in Shelton, CT if anyone around here is in need of a person to talk to.

As with mental hospitals, back when I was middle school I was extremely close to getting sent to one, luckily though I found a way to act normal for the time I would be surveyed (when paraprofessionals would come into the class to inspect me and what I wrote on papers and such), so I was able to stay at home.

It did lead to a-lot of suspensions though, which I'm nowhere near proud out, and eventually just lead to my dropping out of the school system entirely.

I asked a 50 year old about his time in a mental ward in which he spent 3 months in back in the 80s.

He said it was like a warehouse where the only thing he had to do was eat, probably because they probably wouldn't let him do anything else. They kept him at the psych ward as long as his parents insurance helped out, and they diagnosed him with seizures and them let him out in the end, exactly at the time the insurance ran out, even though he didn't have seizures. He talked to someone who had worked there and that apparentelly was the easiest way to get people out when they couldn't pay. At one point he planned to get out by locking himself in his room for 5 days to get on suicide watch (idk how the fuck that would get him out but ok). They tried to treat his depression and "treat" his homosexuality and "seizures". He was sent there for running away when he was young.

Doesn't seem very different from todays mental institutions from the way he described.

>>11156

There should be no institutions. It is a fate much worse than death to live without a sound mind.

There is no cure. If you are not capable of living a decent, independent life then you should be mercy killed. Institutions and medication does not work. Death solves the problem.

I have been there 3 times, it is fucking weird. A majority of the people there are on detox from drugs, I didn't really talk to anyone. I tried to participate in the group therapy and stuff, but I don't really think any of that helped me, just was a thing to do to pass the time. I still feel terrible, 2pussy obviously, to actually do something about it, I really think those places are bullshit; I never had actual help, I was just confined until they said I played pretend enough to leave.

god damn, I was going to try and get some help but fuck. I guess that sneaking suspicion that there isn't any help is true. there is no getting better is there? fuck, i'm glad that this board exists though. I can be honest for once in my fucking life atleast.

A friend, who the rest of the time was supportive of it, had ratted me out one night without telling me. My phone blows up with someone mass calling, which back then wasn't really a common thing to do, so I picked it up and bam, 911 operator.

Police came to my door, made me lift my shirt and show them my arms. Some lady drove me the the psych ward. Slept in a cot in an empty room, wouldn't let me leave. The only interaction I had with other patients was when I heard some young kids with ADHD in the room next to me playing. Someone had to be with me when I peed. My mother came in to yell at me and tell me she was going to kill me when I got home. Some therapist came in to talk to me, nothing good came of it. She then told all of the information I gave to her, to my mother (i could hear them through the walls). In the morning they gave a big breakfast but I didn't want to eat because my mother was giving me the death stare. I had a meeting with 5 doctors all at the same time, with one bug eyed little fuck staring at me the whole time, I swore he never blinked. Pretty much just have to tell them I want to go to college and get a job, and they were OK with that. They told me that they would send a social worker to check on me in 2 days, but my mother stole me out of there more than 24 hours early and didn't have my information on record or some shit, because they never showed up. She was literally able to just grab my arm and rush me through the doors while I was trying to fight against it and yelled for help. My mother then proceeded to drive me home and beat the shit out of me, and I didn't wake up until my brother got home, nudged me from the dining room table and asked if I was still going to go to school. All I remembered was she slammed my head into the table quiet a few times, and made me sit up straight while she hit me with something from the kitchen.

That fucking social worker never came to check on me. At least my mother showed some restraint to not kill me.

>>11184

jesus fuck, how old were you and where is your mother now? She needs locking up.

>>11185

I think I was about 13 at the time. I had moved out of there but the police came, arrested me, and brought me back. I was 18 when I moved out, I still have no clue how that was legal, but they forced me to go back home. Escorted me, even. Maybe because of my mental record of going to a psych ward for a couple hours. But she keeps me here with guilt and threats to call the cops if I move again, even though she says she hates my guts. My father has died a long time ago, and can't really keep her in check. I'm 20 now.

>>11187

Give her a taste of her own medicine. Next time you guys have an argument, give her a black eye.

You're a grown man, anon. Don't let her keep you under her thumb like that.

>>11196 yeah but he would definitely get locked up for that shit. I say wait till she passes out and bounce. Take anything valuable and fence it then bounce to on of the dakoda's and bust your ass on an oil field. Quick money, incredibly unsafe and they're so desperate for labor you can find work pretty quick. Also, lots of hookers and speed.

>>11187

What the fuck? Why the fuck did they make you go back? This entire story is infuriating.i