The identification of mental illness does not have clear diagnostic criteria like other infectious diseases, and at most it is a test question on the Internet, which is completely based on the doctor's feeling, and the same is true for hospitalization. The concept of "mental illness" is broad, at least much broader than most people think of as "crazy." In practice, anxiety, depression, and alcohol dependence can all be hospitalized.

So I wasn't worried about not being able to get into a psychiatric hospital, but I was a little worried about not being able to get out. But it's not a big problem, a psychiatric hospital is a hospital, not a charity shelter, I don't know much about foreign countries, but in China, as long as I stop paying the hospitalization fee, I don't have to worry about not being able to get out.

I actually came here to walk the path that my dad walked and see if I could find out what drove him crazy back then. Judging from his notes, there is not much information about the collective suicide of the 37 patients, I think my father should also record it with the mentality that more is better than less, maybe this incident has more or less impact on his condition, but this should not be the direct cause.

There are only two processes for a person to go crazy from normal, one is to be stimulated by some kind and suddenly collapse, and the other is to suffer some kind of torment in his heart and lose his mind little by little.

There are actually many types of mental illness, such as schizophrenic depression and the like, but most of them only have two kinds of symptoms, one is persistent madness, and the other is indirect onset.

My dad is the former, and he can understand him by calling him by name and calling him to eat, but his mouth keeps talking to himself, and his voice is like muttering, and he can't understand what he says. What puzzled me the most was that after my father was brought back, he actually bought a statue of Jizo King Bodhisattva and came back, replacing a ceramic Guanyin that was originally placed in my house.

When queuing up in the lobby of the ward for admission, there is a large TV set in the lobby, and many people sit together to watch TV. I was standing bored, and a tall, white, chubby woman walked up to me, touched me lightly, and said, "You're here?" She said it naturally, as if I were an acquaintance of hers.

I was stunned for a moment, and then said yes, she just came, she stared at me with a smile for a long time, took out a piece of white from her trouser pocket and stuffed it into her mouth to chew, and then handed me another piece, I thought it was chewing gum at first, but when I got it, it turned out to be a small piece of bloody sanitary napkin torn apart! It's so fucking disgusting!

At this time, I really realized that I was in a mental hospital, I forced myself to endure the nausea and said thank you, so I quickly slipped out of her sight, threw the sanitary napkin into the trash, I was afraid that she would see it, maybe it stimulated her nerves and began to go crazy.

After everything was done, I was placed in the secondary house for guardianship. When I first arrived, I was not familiar with the environment or anything, and I was very quiet, but what I didn't expect was that it didn't take long for me to transfer to the Sanji ward, which is an ordinary patient.

Life here is only food, drink and Lazar except for taking medicine and sleeping, and the entire activity space is only a ward, a corridor and a cafeteria, which is almost like a prison.

You can't show any abnormality in it, and if you have a bad temper, the doctor will say that you are manic, and if you are unhappy, you will say that you are depressed, depressed, or have a mood disorder.

The ward was full of mentally ill demons, and I remember a woman who was in the presence of outsiders, everything was normal, and there was nothing unusual in her conversation and behavior. Only when you are alone, you will think that there is a man who has been following you by your side, and you can't get rid of it.

She was often heard calling for people from the hospital to protect her and get rid of the man. After discovering that no one else could see the man, he would scream wildly, I don't even know you, what are you doing with me, please don't come to me again. She would keep shouting until late at night unless the nurse injected her or put her on medication.

There is also a young man, except for being able to get up and go to eat on his own, he has been lying down without talking for the rest of the time, and he can't even get up, so he pulls the bed and hangs directly. Therefore, his ward has always had a very strong stench, even if the nursing staff clean it every day, the stench is still haunting.

A patient in my ward had a symptom with him, but luckily he was able to take care of himself. In addition to eating and drinking all day long, Lazar will only lie in bed and look at the ceiling, and it will be a whole day.

At first, I tried to communicate with him, but he always had a loving attitude, and over time I didn't bother to pay attention to him, and the nurse also gave him the nickname Dumb, which was quite appropriate.

The next half a month or so was very boring, and I was forced to take some medication every day, I didn't know what it was, the nurse just told me that it was antidepressant and sleep aid.

Half an hour after taking the medicine, I began to feel groggy, my thoughts were not clear, I couldn't remember what I was going to do, I just wanted to sleep, and when I fell asleep, I would have some messy dreams.

There are many scenes and characters in the dream that I have never seen, in short, it is a mess, and it is very uncomfortable to sleep. If you think about it with a strong mental beating, you will feel extremely dizzy, similar to the state of waking up with a hangover.

I have been doing well since I was admitted to the hospital, the nurse in charge of my ward is a man, he is easy to contact, we all call him Viagra, although this name is not elegant, but he seems to have gotten used to it and does not mind at all. Usually I always help him do something when I am fine, and when he is free, he will take me to the compound for a walk.

I took the opportunity to follow him to the tuberculosis building, and I went to various offices, but I didn't find any valuable clues.

Tuberculosis is an infectious disease, and the wards there cannot be entered, and they are all quarantine areas. Now the only thing I haven't been to is the Mental Department's Critical Illness Ward, which is a building with only three floors. During the day, I could see a few lonely staff members coming in and out, but at night it was a bit dark.

There are only three lights on the third floor, one on the first floor, and at night I look from the window of the ward, and the dim lights in the corridor of the building in the critical care area are looming, and I feel that it will be extinguished by the wind, and the whole building is full of evil spirit, and the gloom is deep, and I feel a little scared when I think about it.

viagra told me that the critical ward is in charge of a special person, and he has no chance to contact it at all, it is an evil place, and the people locked up in it cannot be said to be mentally ill, it is simply heartbreaking! And what's even more puzzling is that there are always people who commit suicide inside!

Suicide? I wondered if all my personal belongings had been taken away from me when I was hospitalized, not to mention the tools that could help with suicide. It is the second-level three-ji ward, once it is found that the patient has suicidal thoughts, he will immediately take away the pillow and quilt, and he will not even leave his clothes and pants, and he will not give him a chance to commit suicide at all.

Viagra asked me, "You think you can't kill yourself without these things?" ”