A guy on another unit pried his eye partially out with a plastic spork. I did not witness this, but it happened while I worked there. This one guy would pry his turds out with a pen and stack them in geometric sculptures in his room. He also filled his drawer with pee. I once helped this woman get cleaned up in the shower - she came in all covered in shit and piss and vomit. She was there for a few weeks, so I got to know her a little. Then, I myself had a nervous breakdown a few months later and had to be hospitalized (different hospital.) She was in there too, and remembered me, and helped me get used to being on the inside. Was weird.
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No FicciónWarning this story is based on true stories. Every person that the main character encounters has their own story based on true stories submitted to me anonymously by people who work in the psych field or who have been in a psych ward themselves. The...
