No handphones in ward

About not allowing handphones in the ward, of course, I understand patients can grab the handphone parts and eat them.

So you have to choose wisely the people who can be able to possess a handphone.

Someone who is reliable, who does not give the phone to an unwell patient to chew, or to endanger her.

Even though that, I can foresee problems occuring, because I lent a pen to a patient-friend of mine, with the intention to let her write letters to her parents, but after the doctor found a pen with her, she tortured me with accusations that I am almost killing her because she might use it to poke her eyes. And that she was suicidal.

And if I were to lend my handphone to a patient-friend of mine to make a call, and if my handphone is found to be in their hands, I could be in deep trouble.

Coming back, the handphone should be given to a mentally sound, sane person.

Me.

See, I was thrown into the gallows just because I displaced my parent's window to climb the hell in because they had locked me out. And that warrants me a lock-up. According to the "concerns" of the admitting officer.

And then, me, a normal teenager, being rebellious and hot-tempered in some areas, go in, and lived in a world 6 months without a handphone.

Just because my parents called the ambulance to send me to IMH, you all admit me.

And then after you all admit me,
You make it seem like I don't need to use the phone for 6 months.

Oh God!

After admitting me, my iPhone was thrown into the "Business Office" to rot while I rot in the confinements.

Even when my mother came to bring me out for parole, Sister Nancy (Nurse Clinician Narcissa Aquino De Leon) refused to give me my handphone because "I won't listen to my mother one".

If you don't know how much my torture is, I suggest this:

Throw aside your Handphone for 6 months. It don't matter if you have IPad, IPhone, Blackberry or Nokia.
Cut yourself off from the world for 6 months. And see how you feel.

The phone should be given to a normal person. And if a sane, red-blooded teenager like me who just went into hospital just because she tried to get into the house is not Normal, I don't know what I am.

I wasn't crazy, I wasn't insane or out of my mind, I was frustrated I was locked outside my house!

And that IMH doesn't even ASSESS my condition to make sure that I could have my iPhone with me.

If you are afraid of other unwell patients snatching and throwing and destroying my phone, then create a special ward for people like me! Sane people who got sent to IMH but can't go home because their ignorant and cruel parents refused to bring her home. So that we would not also become insane while mixing around with the real insane. Screams and shouts every morning and night would make any sane teenager brimming with anger. Please have some brains here. Brains means organisational skills and intellect.

If not, put me in the B Class ward. B1. I deserve better then this. I could have slept in my Queen size bed with my fan blowing at me 24/7 with my iPhone with me at all times.

Well, why should I pay for this when you guys are the ones who admitted me without using any brains, admitting me when I don't want it. And since you caused it, and even caused me to be homeless because my parents are so happy to have me in IMH, you have no right to let me suffer in the hospital. And, by far, the C Class wards are where the patients have the most sufferings from. No aircon, days are hot as hell, nurses ignore you, they bully you, mix with poor patients who demand your attention 24/7. I was so crushed, so grinded and so dumbfounded that I rather die then to stay alive. I rather commit suicide then to spend day, by day by day by day 1 month = 30 days, 6 months = 180 days there. And time passes by so slowly. I can do so, so many things in one day. I can listen to music, I can go kiss and talk to my mum in the morning, in the afternoon, go to town to have lunch with my friends, in the afternoon, attend a talkshow, at night, go cruising at Esplanade and go for cruise in a cruise ship, at midnight, go clubbing, and in the wee hours staying out in friend's house and having a good time. And can you imagine all these while I was in a stepped-down facility where every morning I get forced to bathe at 7.30am, and forced to go to a day area and not allowed to have the freedom to lie on our beds and do nothing there? I always went to a corner, and SLEPT ON THE FLOOR! I tried so hard to numb the pain of nothing-to-do-ness. And please don't tell me I've stayed the longest there. There are patient-friends of mine who has stayed in that unending pit for 2 years, 3 years, and I disgust to think about that when I look at their ash-beaten, weathered face. While the nurses get to work and earn money and play their handphones, we are giving away our lives, giving away our money and waiting to die.

This is not what it is supposed to be.

Even though we are 'mental patients', we have the freedom to live. You cannot force a person in confinements against their will. And if that person is really causing harm to others and herself, then you should counsel her, you should intervene with her family situation, bring her to Christ, and let God change her from the inside out. We are interested in heart transformation, not behaviour modification. I believe all these precious souls have a hurt in the past that made them like this. I shan't say more.

So, therefore, give the Handphone to me.
If I can't use it in the C Class ward, put me in the B Class ward. Because there was simply no need, redundant as I would say, to keep me jailed up for 6 months. I'll like to reiterate that I wasn't violent to the nurses there, I wasn't hallucinating, I wasn't unwell. And even if you make a normal person go through the things I went through, he or she WILL become unwell.
Just because I have unique thinkings, I have a different mindset, the doctors inject me mercilessly, I get forced to swallow bitter medicine which made your brain slow down 100% and therefore making you as good as incapacitated. It prevents me from functioning in a normal way.

So, I should be able to use my handphone. I should have the freedom to have access to the internet, to listen to music, to play games and to socialise.

If I can't use it in C Class, transfer me to B Class, if B Class has unwell patients, build a ward specially for the ironically well patients.

We should have big beds to sleep on, fans that blow us directly, and service that is commendable.

May God bless you all and love like Jesus did.


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