10 things about going to a psychiatric day hospital when I was 13
I was telling my life story to a new friend recently, and he told me I should talk about it more on stage. I won't try to explore the comedic aspects of it here, but I figured that if it's something I should talk about more on stage, maybe it's also worth writing about!
1. I was suffering from "school anxiety" or "school refusal"
Going to therapists to try and fix the issue (and to get them to sign something so I could skip school).
One of them became my regular therapist and he suggested I go to a psychiatric day hospital (although I'm not sure he pronounced those words).
2. It probably wasn't very useful
I had started getting homeschooled but wasn't studying at all. My therapist said it would be a place where I could get back on track with school, but there was none of that. I think it was mostly about getting back into a routine.
3. Being surrounded by weirdos may have made things worse
I was a mildly troubled child among other mildly troubled children and a few really messed up ones (no offense).
4. For example
Okay maybe I won't write it here! Just a really weird interaction that involved a penis and a ping-pong table. Hilarious at the time, but maybe also kind of a trauma!
5. There was a bully
Which is ironic, because I wasn't the only kid with school anxiety, and a lot of kids with school anxiety suffered through bullying at school.
6. Some of it was kinda cool; I learned to play poker
7. There was a guy who kept repeating "James killed my father"
James was someone who used to be part of the day hospital, from what I heard. He would just repeat that phrase dozens of times a day.
8. I was a dick to him once
I was 13 and an idiot, but still.
9. The weekly therapy was nice
I hated most therapists back then, but she was nice.
10. My parents could sense it was not a good place, so they pulled me out after a few months
I don't think they knew about the ping-pong table, though.
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