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I wasn’t really paying attention but I wonder how much more lenient my teachers were on me during my 5 doctors visits a week ED phase lol
Did I do inpatient during the school year? It’s all a blur tbh
Oh yeah I definitely did bc I remember they gave us laptops do to school work at some points during the day. I was rly pissy bc a lot of the music I wanted to listen to was blocked by their network. Shocked they allowed us headphones at all tbh, but ig it was all very tightly monitored.
2 repliesI remember the floor layout very well, really weirdly designed place. We weren’t allowed to move very much so that’s all I could really look at.
It was a pretty small place - the rooms were surprisingly large but we were almost never allowed in them except for sleeping.
Yellow door at the top was the sun room - lots of windows. We would do some activity stuff there and homework. Hallway with rooms is self explanatory. Most of the time was spent in the living room area (cyan). There was a tv and they played “soothing music” and it sucked lol.
Purple tables are still really hard to see represented, even in such a rudimentary way. The amount of anguish on display at every meal was just incredibly somber. No one was allowed to speak, so the only sounds you could hear were
the quiet sobbing of the girl sitting next to you, or the anxious scraping of utensils.
The orange reception desk was where the workers sat, but there were plenty around so usually some were sitting on a couch or at the table too. We picked up our pills there or if we got pulled aside that’s where they’d talk to us (if it wasn’t too serious). The phone was by there, besides the door.
I didn’t really call much, but you could always hear other people and it was really sad. Most of the day everything was silent, not even eerie, just depressing. No one had anything to say, we didn’t really make friends. But then you would overhear people pleading with their parents to let them out
And suddenly this quiet girl would release a torrent of emotion. It was painfully public, but the desperation outweighed the humiliation.
The red door was the primary entrance for staff, and where all the meals came from. We were heavily discouraged from going near it, but you needed a badge anyway. There were cabinets around the tables too, and I’m pretty sure those were locked as well. No one really went in there much though.
The green arrow led to the showers and stairs down to lower floors, where we would do art therapy or whatever. We went outside a few times, but I think it made the staff nervous since we were less controlled. Passing the threshold of the green arrow wasn’t allowed unless for a specific purpose with