My previous doctor from Sundance Mental Institution in Mansfield, Dr. Bhatia, he works there too. He was my doctor again for the 3rd time. At Sundance he told me, "I don't think you have a disorder, I think you have a personality problem, not a personality disorder, just a bad personality." Only because my roommate said I was telling her about having sex with my girlfriends. When at the time, I hadn't had sex with any of my girlfriends since I had move to Texas, she was some straight girl lying.
My doctor decided to believe her. It's not even his patient. She was asking me about being a lesbian. I told her to ask her Mom, she's 16, almost 17, get a freaking clue. He refused to see me at Hickory Trails, he wouldn't change my medicine. He was wasting my time, and my insurance company paid for my medicine to be changed. He wasn't doing it. I was released 2 1/2 weeks from my "vacation." I told him I was having dreams about wanting to get high again, he simply ignored me.
My mom tricked me she said she's taking me home since Dr. Bhatia didn't do his job or get me into Meridell, my mom took me back to Sundance Mental Institution. (It's on the way home.) She tricked me and had me thinking I was going home. I requested a different doctor. Dr. Tucker. He's amazing! Everybody knew me up there, staff wise. They didn't think I had issues, well there they are. Proof in my files. After 8 days they sent me to San Marcos, Tx Residential Treatment Center.
At San Marcos Residential Treatment Center TLthey basically made you stay in your room all day, didn't follow the schedule, you didn't get better during the Summer, when school is out. You rarely could come out. You had to knock to come out of your room. You had to ask to do every thing. You get so bored. I don't understand how you get better. It was a crappy place, it smelled as well. The nurses station was small.
I saw my doctor one time the whole month I was there. They had nicknames, and Spears always yelled at me, my mom could hear her yelling at other girls, at the end of the hallway, word for word. Then she was visiting the next two days. She decided to take me to Meridell Achievement Center. They pulled some strings and got me out!
