Claxton Hepburn Wellness Center

"Went in for an outpatient appointment. The doctor said the only way to feel less stressed and depressed was to divorce your husband and leave your kids. Like what the hell, you don't tell a patient that."

"awful. Not good. I am 16, Came here because of a suicide attempt. Nurses? Mean. Acted as if everything that went wrong was my fault. Treated me like a burden. Some of the most unprofessional nonsense I've ever seen. Yelled at mentally challenged kids. The worst week of my life. Literally lied about no longer wanting to kill myself because I had to get out of there so bad. I literally lied to everyone I was feeling better because I was being treated so incredibly awful. If anything, this made me worse. I would never wish this experience on anyone. This helped a little though, I'm so afraid of coming back and hated this place so much I won't try to kill myself again so I don't have to come back here. The ambulance drive? Awful. Really, really rude to me. Asked personal, invasive questions. I had cut my wrists pretty badly. She kept asking why in a mean way. I just shrugged because I didn't want to talk to her, seeing how I just swallowed handfuls of pills. She asked me who I thought I was. She told me it was stupid that I did that. Kept trying to get more out of me and kept getting personal and invasive. Nobody here helps. Nobody heals. Everyone tells you that you're the reason you're here. That you're the problem. That everything wrong is your fault. Constant guilt trips. Some of us had been in there because we had tried to kill ourselves. They still treated us harshly, as if we were an inconvienece to them. I come from a good family. No fighting, upper middle class. I was with a group of kids who came from rough backgrounds. A nurse asked me what I do when my parents fight. I told her my parents don't fight. (They don't, really) she told me that was rude of me to say. That I should have said something because these kids aren't as lucky as I to have good parents. That I was selfish to not give an answer. (I didn't have an answer, my parents don't fight!) I was lucky to only have one overnight here. I prefer to shower at night, not in the morning. I told a worker this, who then yelled at me for not showering when she said to. I told her I'd shower at night. She believed me. I didn't end up showering. A woman, an older woman, Teri? Terry? Thin grey hair, very greasy, pulled back. Very very rude. Very hurtful. The woman who yelled at me for not having an answer for when my parents fight. I told her I wanted to go home, that i didn't like it here. I was wearing the scrubs they gave me. She responded "well, since you are still in scrubs, you'll be here for a while longer." I got discharged that night. Makes me happy to think about. Most people's worst nightmares are being burned to death, family dying, car crashes. Mine is having to ever come back here. Please don't send anyone you love here. There is no help. Only shame and guilt. And they will do anything to leave. I only saw one person actually enjoy herself, but she was clearly insane, and dangerous. This is not a place for help. This is a place for punishment. I am still suicidal, I am still very damaged. I am too afraid to tell anyone, even my therapist. I am so scared of being sent back here"