Prince William Psychiatric Center

"BEWARE, and get your records. THEY ARE OPERATING AN ‘INSURANCE FRAUD SCHEME’. It started with a doctor closely associated with them, who lied to me at length to trick me into an illegitimate prescription, then extensively falsified the records to make it look legit (and hide her lies). When almost exposed, she lied to me and tricked me into beginning a process that I would only learn too late was imprisonment in a psych ward, and committed egregious fraud in the hospital’s records to ensure it could and would be done. Along the way, they repeatedly threatened me into continuing, though would answer no questions, so I still didn’t know what it was all toward until I was walked through the doors. Once in, you’re under threat of violence, and patronized ad nauseum. I was drugged with things that destroyed my mind for a diagnosis that made no sense (and would later learn was based on extensive fraud), bullied and gaslit in a (failed) attempt to get me to accept it despite it fit nothing, kept from knowing and lied to in order to keep me from satisfying conditions of release, and much more. The nurses like to screw with people, so threaten them; e.g. I ate, but they said “we didn’t see it”, so I said “then you weren’t watching”, so they said “We can make you eat more.” with a malicious grin. When I posed a risk of discovery of the fraud, I was suddenly released, albeit with more fraud but in the opposite direction to do so, but they hid all their fraudulent claims so I was left with no idea why they did any of. I was so terrified of what they would do to me if I stopped taking the meds they had forced on me, despite being terrible, that I tried to get a refill, but they would not oblige - no part of the psychiatric system would. And so I had to wean off - the return of my mind was glorious - and was left to live in terror. Months later, I learned about the extensive fraud. The doctor that started it all: there was no resemblance between her fabrication and our actual interaction, and she tried to change the dates on her entries (but was caught by their system). A random doctor who never even met me saw me on the phone with my work supervisor, and fabricated weird symptoms from that. The person that ‘decided’ on imprisonment tried to re-interpret their own entries to support imprisonment, making them highly self-contradictory, and the reasoning given for the imprisonment was so inane and incapable of actually justifying doing so, that a later doctor had to try to retroactively falsify something stronger, and failed in her own way. That latter doctor did everything from time fraud, to copying and pasting other patients’ record entries into mine, to HIPAA breaching, to writing whole interactions out of the story to fabricate her own from other people’s fraudulent entries, and more. The final doctor started out committing fraud to keep me in, but when I posed risk of discovery of their fraud, switched to committing opposing fraud in my records to justify getting me out - while hiding their fraud - albeit without letting me know that any of this existed thus, again, no idea why they did it. He ended by fabricating a list of things ‘treated’, most of them literally impossible, to maximize claims to insurance. Later, the receptionists put nasty and petty notes, until one of them realized the seriousness of the situation, tried to be helpful, too little too late. There’s much more, but this is a synopsis. The evidence in my records shows it’s all to milk insurance for money: fabricate cause for imprisonment, falsify cause for remaining, and then invert it all at the end but maximize number of claims to maximize payout. They also falsified entries relating to 'groups' for compliance purposes. And shows that I’m not the only victim - that it’s common, and there’s even collaboration between the respective doctors. It turns out not every mind can endure that particular type and level of abuse and be fine. The PTSD and related detriments that developed from what they did to me has destroyed me and everything I had to give the world."

"Disgusting hospital. It's literally dirty. My room had a nat infestation. There are bugs like millipedes, spiders, and crickets. You are not allowed outside. You can only most of the time be in your room or the hallway. They lock the activity room. It is worse than a prison. Most people are drug addicts or alcoholics. It is loud. You cannot close the doors. You can’t put your head under the sheets. They don't make the other patients go to bed. Hallway lights are left on at night. The other patients scream at night. It is impossible to sleep. There is no privacy. The bathroom floods. I was so distraught about being kept indefinitely I was just screaming and the staff just opened the window to my room to watch me convulse and scream instead of at least giving me something. Therapy is a joke. We did stuff like playing chair volleyball and pictionary. There is zero individual therapy. The staff are rude and unhelpful. I was misdiagnosed with a disorder I do not have and put on medication that later induced a medical crisis. They will not let you leave. They can and will force you into additional treatment even if you're there “voluntarily." It is worse than jail."

"I was there several years ago for suicide attempt. From the off I felt like I was in prison. I am diabetic and so was woken up every morning with a rough pricking of my finger and just down right unfriendly staff. Not one person there was treated compassionately and all felt like they were doing time and couldn't wait to leave. No help whatsoever. The psychiatrists didn't listen either."

"Let's start off with the good things I experienced: The food was pretty good The groups were fun and helpful. The therapist i had was really nice! The activity therapists were amazing! Now for the bad: Getting my vitals taken was always chaos. I asked for a blind weight my first night. The lady doing it wasn't listening and just said "yeah sure" so i stepped on the scale backwards and she read my weight to me. It was very triggering. The night nurse i had (James) most of the time I was there was very unhelpful and rude to me. I was having really bad racing thoughts and I couldn't focus on reading. It was around midnight so the TV wall already off. So, I asked for a permanent marker to draw on myself with (that's been one of my biggest coping mechanisms for a long time) and he refused. I told him he could even watch me. He still refused and told me "to just go to bed and do my 'drawing thing' during the day". He tried forcing meds on me but he couldn't understand that those would make me sleep half the next day. I was always taught to utilize my coping mechanisms before I turn to meds. BUT HE WOULDN'T LET ME. So, I went to bed and ruminated for a couple hours because he didn't even want to try to talk to me about my problems. It was like he made me out to be a burden and I felt terrible. While the groups they had were helpful and fun, they did not follow the group schedule posted AT ALL. Overall: no where near the best experience I've had in a psych ward but... Not the worst? The nurses were unhelpful and the docs were only ok. But I did love the groups!"

"I beg any parent or guardian to not put their loved one in this institution. They treat people like inmates. While I was there for alcohol detox. (I am happy to say I’m 3 years sober now) But I am begging you to please send them to Virginia Hospital Center or somewhere else. They do indeed treat the patients just like inmates. While I was there a woman tried to hang herself and was almost successful. The counselors there do not know how to handle all of the patients at once. The patients have sex with each other. They may be getting off the drugs or begging for help psych problems (which don’t come, they just stuff pills in their mouths) they came in for doing but this place is like One Flew Over the Cuckcoo’s Nest. If you care about your sick loved one. Do not go here. Please don’t."