|Category:||Mental Health Service|
|Address:||3130 SW 27th Ave, Ocala, FL 34471, USA|
|Working:||Open 24 hours Open 24 hours Open 24 hours Open 24 hours Open 24 hours Open 24 hours Open 24 hours|
The nurses, doctors, and therapists were all liars. They rarely, if ever, told the patients anything, and when they did, it was in a rude, undermining manner as if it wasnt important that we had our questions asked. I was unexpectedly put here on a baker act from the hospital after what was explained as a complete and understandable ACCIDENT, and the second day there, the doctor here told me she was giving me another baker act despite the unreasonable purpose I was put there in the first place and completely shut down any of my complaints or arguments against her decision, and was told by her that if I continued to fuss about it (I never once stomped around, raised my voice, or acted irrationally by any terms, I was just understandably confused and frustrated and wanted my answers and wanted what was right for me), that she would continue to put me under baker acts until she thought I was stable enough to return to society. Theyre ALL liars because the doctor initially told me the purpose of the second baker act was due to making sure I was telling the truth about why I was in there and making sure I was actually as stable as I claimed to be, so they doubted my word despite me JUST coming there from the actual hospital and having their records to back up my claims of an accident. A few days later, I asked a nurse watching over us why I was still stuck there, why Id been given a second baker act, and she said it was because they were monitoring me under the meds they were giving me, which is a more reasonable answer than the doctor gave me and makes no sense why she would give me the reply she had. Not to mention, one of the medications they were giving me, trazodone, which is an anti-depressant meant PRIMARILY to cure insomnia (of which Ive never had or claimed to have). They gave me this 50mg of trazodone THREE times a day: in the morning, afternoon, and night. The side-effects of this absolute unnecessary amount of peddling drugs into my systems caused me to be constantly tired all day (without them allowing me to sleep and follow the group through every task every day), gave me extreme double-vision (especially with close-up objects, which is worse when Im actually near-sighted and did not have my glasses), made me walk with an unstable balance or not in a straight line at most given times, and gave me an awkward, stuttery, flustered-like speech pattern, making it hard for me to spit out any sort of conversation. Its hard-to-impossible to contact anyone about you being admitted there because they take your cell phone without letting you make any calls beforehand to your family to let them know where you even are, or tell them youre okay, or ANYTHING. They have a phone you can use there, but good luck if you dont remember anyones numbers off-hand because you cant check your cellphone to even write the numbers of family down on paper to use. And if youve been thrown in there from the hospital, especially unexpectedly like I was, contacting someone is the literal only way of receiving clothing or proper cleaning and grooming supplies. Otherwise, you get this papery hospital outfit that is never replaced or washed (and thats ALL, besides a fantastic pair of socks, so if the hospital took your underwear, clothes, and bra without returning them, you will likely smell like BO and urine at least by day 3 because, of course, no deodorant either), a small hotel bottle of a healthy combo of "shampoo, conditioner, and body wash" all in one, a really flimsy useless toothbrush with off-brand toothpaste, a hairbrush basically made of hair itself that does nothing for anybody, a teeny-tiny freezing shower, and a roommate you dont know anything about (like their mental condition, stability, etc., so enjoy playing psychiatric waldo every couple of days when that one leaves and you get a new one to figure out). All in all, the food was pretty great. 9/10 on the food, all three meals were tops.
Never ever let your child go here, he/she will come out worse than before they went in. The staff steals, lies and abuses there athority with the children. The only thing consistent about this facility is the inconsistency. Took us from 7 am to 630 pm to be admitted even after they know my child was coming for three weeks prier. Family therapy is a joke and not a funny one. Staff asked my child open ended questions such as, do your parents touch you. That resulted in DCF at my house. Manipulation and controlled is how I felt that my child was being treated. My child was quickly turned against us, and encouraged to stay against us. Staff was confronted with my issues staff became defensive and unresponsive to our conversation. Communication between staff and staff, staff and family, and staff and my child was non-existent. While waiting for a visit or for a "family therapy session", as they called it, staff had to contact other staff to find out of we were allowed to see our child or even if we had the correct days. Appointments were made and never keep on time, an appointment that was for 2 pm wasnt held until 2:30pm or 3:00pm. Or the therapist was not even there and staff had no idea where the therapist was. When situations had happened it was hours and hours before staff called to tell myself about it. When asked about my child staff passed responsibilities onto other staff and so on and so on. When asked about the situation in "family session" staff became irritated and loud with us. Yes my child was threatening physical harm to self and others and extra staff was need but when we were told that staff would not be needed, the next time we came the extra staff was there to "protect" staff members involved in sessions, not because of my child, who I was told wasnt threatening harm to self or anyone after first visit. The staff talks to my child rudely, and often was talked to in a way that made my child feel less than my child was. When asked about such things staff would complain about number of patients and say " have 12 children cant watch all of them". More often than not during "therapy sessions" staff and/or parents would say one thing and be observed writing the opposite thing down. Some family members of patient were not involved in the process that my child had gone through there, because of situations that happened with my child while there. The staff would write that parents are unwilling to bring family members. That was a lie, we were told not to bring them. Emails unreturned, calls never answered. This is not a state run facility, but I feel that the state needs to step in, with all the strives made over the years for mental health this facility is single handedly setting them back years. So much more to say and it will all come out soon. DONT GO HERE AS AN ADULT OR SEND YOUR CHILD HERE !!!!!!!!!!!
Basic hygiene and grooming supplies (toothpaste, toothbrush, soap, change of clothes-- even so much as a hospital gown) are not provided to patients. They must be brought from home. I was taken in against my will unexpectedly and did not pack for a 3 day stay anywhere when I sought medical treatment for a possible head injury and was sent to the Vines for a mandatory 3 day sentence. They medicated me with several times the dosage Id had a bad reaction to of a drug I told them I was allergic to, because they decided they didnt believe me, evidently. I couldnt bathe while I was there. I had nothing to change into, no way to do laundry without going naked or wearing a blanket (if laundry facilities were even available). The whole place stank of orange cleaning fluid and hummed of the harsh fluorescent lights mounted over the beds. Someone flipped mine on every time I tried to sleep, throughout the night. I tried to sleep outside my room where there was shade, but the staff made me return to the fluro-lit bed and I could only get a little bit of half-sleep. Morning was the stench of the kitchens down the hallway, where we passed the line of children being kept here in a different section, walking single-file down the hallway here, instead of elementary school. Maybe because theyre sad or angry. Maybe they got caught mentioning suicide outside of a successful high-budget rock anthem. I was shocked to see the lobby on my way out. They make it look like a fancy resort or something at the front entrance. Its all semi-sticky painted brick walls, harsh lights, and some wood paneling inside. Also, whole classes of psychiatric drugs (namely benzodiazepines and all stimulants, as used in the management of anxiety and ADD, respectively, and commonly prescribed across the country) are NOT administered here. Nor are any form of pain medications beyond the standard adult dose of regular strength Tylenol. Regardless of the patients medical condition. Only antipsychotics and SSRIs are administered here.