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Psych Hospitals / Re: Peninsula Hospital in Louisville, Tennessee
« on: February 04, 2009, 11:43:44 AM »
I never met a Filipino staff member or one who resembled a portly boy bander. The guy I'm thinking of looked more like a scruffy J. Crew model. What does one have to do to be fired from a dreadful place like PV, I wonder?
The admission of a rapist, clearly in violation of their guidelines, is more proof (not that more is needed!) that the Village exists for less than honorable reasons. How disgusting that there are people in power who care more about money than about the safety and health of our young people. The pregnancy bit is interesting as well. I read a glowing endorsement of PV by a brainwashed young lady who was signed in while she was pregnant (I believe it was in one of the Village newsletters). I suppose she had a rich daddy too, or at least one with excellent insurance.
PH is no doubt the lesser of two evils, but they did tell some lies to my parents. Upon my admission, Mom and Dad were told that they could expect a phone call from me later that day after I'd gotten settled, but the counselors denied me use of the phone and told me it was against the rules. It could be that the admissions folks don't know what's going on in the murky depths of PH.. The counselors also refused to let me call my mother to come and get me on the day of my release, saying that she knew I was getting out that day and would come when she wanted to. I didn't know at the time, but my mom had been informed by one of the counselors earlier that week that I hadn't progressed to the next level and the psychiatrist assigned to me probably wouldn't sign for my release on the day originally planned. One of my roommates was released the same day and left in the morning, but I had to go through another day of group therapy and utter boredom while I waited for my mother to pick me up. She was startled when she arrived at 7 or 8 PM and saw that my bags were packed. I was almost crying because the counselor made me believe that my mom didn't want to pick me up sooner. Thank God it was a visitation day, or else they probably would have kept me longer! They tacked those extra hours onto the bill, of course. It's all about the money with those people.
The admission of a rapist, clearly in violation of their guidelines, is more proof (not that more is needed!) that the Village exists for less than honorable reasons. How disgusting that there are people in power who care more about money than about the safety and health of our young people. The pregnancy bit is interesting as well. I read a glowing endorsement of PV by a brainwashed young lady who was signed in while she was pregnant (I believe it was in one of the Village newsletters). I suppose she had a rich daddy too, or at least one with excellent insurance.
PH is no doubt the lesser of two evils, but they did tell some lies to my parents. Upon my admission, Mom and Dad were told that they could expect a phone call from me later that day after I'd gotten settled, but the counselors denied me use of the phone and told me it was against the rules. It could be that the admissions folks don't know what's going on in the murky depths of PH.. The counselors also refused to let me call my mother to come and get me on the day of my release, saying that she knew I was getting out that day and would come when she wanted to. I didn't know at the time, but my mom had been informed by one of the counselors earlier that week that I hadn't progressed to the next level and the psychiatrist assigned to me probably wouldn't sign for my release on the day originally planned. One of my roommates was released the same day and left in the morning, but I had to go through another day of group therapy and utter boredom while I waited for my mother to pick me up. She was startled when she arrived at 7 or 8 PM and saw that my bags were packed. I was almost crying because the counselor made me believe that my mom didn't want to pick me up sooner. Thank God it was a visitation day, or else they probably would have kept me longer! They tacked those extra hours onto the bill, of course. It's all about the money with those people.