I was so out of control during my childhood that I drove my parents to extreme measures. At one point they decided to call in assistance from the county mental health. This meant I went in for evaluation on the children’s ward of the psych hospital. I was younger than thirteen.
I was reticent to go and the police came to get me. They hauled me out of my top bunk in only a shirt and underwear. It took four of them to get me to the police car. I was embarrassed to flash them.
When I got to the hospital I was put in a holding room because I was deemed out of control. Here things got weird. The room was the typical cinder block walls with a bed attached to the ground. The torture group had me pace around the room. They had me shout and curse. They forced me to masturbate. The problem being i was being watched on video by the hospital employees. They are required to video record people in these holding rooms. The torture group knew the camera was there. I had flipped it off earlier.
It was a scary experience. It was a safe enough environment. I would be grateful for the experience later on. I remember the other children were fairly normal despite their need to be there. I met only one person who adamantly insisted my problems were all my own fault and was a bad person for behaving the way I was. This was confusing to me at the time.
I ended up leaving the psych ward because they had promised to run certain tests on me which they never did so my parents took me out and brought me home. My parents continued to seek the answers to why I was so abnormal and couldn’t function properly. They don’t believe the torture is real and still don’t understand the truth.