SCARRED
Exerpt
Rehab
This sucks. “Voluntarily committed” – my ass. It seems like mom dropped me off and left me here with a hug and an ‘I love you’, and then she was gone. Thanks mom, I love you too. She left me to make my way through this place. I do not want to be here. I do not need to be here.
Day 1
My first day of rehab consists of getting settled in, a drug test, an alcohol test, a physical, and filling out the paperwork to get my assignments for school. Yes school, I may be in rehab but I still have to do my assigned schoolwork so that I don’t get behind.
Ha Ha. These people are so funny.
I get assigned to a room with another girl; I don’t know what she looks like or even what her name is. I have not seen her since I got here. The counselor takes me to my room and starts going through my bags. Complete invasion of privacy. She proceeds to take my razor, so apparently I will have hairy legs and armpits for my stay.
“Some people take the blades out and try to commit suicide.”
She also informs me that I can only use stick deodorant and cannot have mouthwash. Apparently, they contain alcohol and addicts have been known to consume these items in a time of need.
Yuck! So not going to happen here.
They take my tennis shoes and give me flip-flops because I may be at risk of hanging myself.
Really? I’m the one that needs help. I don’t think so. This place is crazy.
One of the last things that I am informed of before we leave my room to go to meet my psychologist is that there is absolutely no contact with the males that are housed in another wing of the facility.
The rest of my day here is very mundane, just going around getting the lay of the land and meeting the personnel who will be “helping me through my stay”. Then we are instructed that it is time for lights out. Of course, I finally meet my roommate ten minutes before we are to go to bed.
This is just great, I am sharing a room in the loony bin with some crazy girl named Cigi who stares at me while I try to sleep and may or may not try to kill me.
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