I was admitted here a couple years ago after having a mental health crisis. I came in very late at night, and wasn't admitted until 3 or 4 AM. They do this for most incoming patients who are at risk for hurting themselves or others, but laying on that cot in the hall was a very humiliating experience. I couldn't sleep until they put me into a room which I had to share with another patient. She was very kind and we had no problems through the entire visit. I slept in that very first day. It was nice that we were allowed to move freely between our rooms to the shared spaces, or at least most of us could.
Food wise, the 3 meals a day were plentiful and they also had snack breaks between meals. They almost offered too much food, but I understand why.
Most of the staff had been very kind, although there definitely were a couple nurses who did not care at all. I have bowel issues and since I shared a room, I requested that I be allowed to use another bathroom when I really needed to go, and the nurse who was there for the day shift had made accommodations for me, while one of the nurses on overnight did not care and complained to the other staff. Sorry for not wanting to make my shared room stink because I lost the genetic lottery and got IBS. The woman in charge of group therapy and activities was an absolute delight, many of us in the unit really liked her. Most of the activities she had us do though were childish, which I was not that fond of, but there wasn't a whole lot to do there.
Speaking of staff though, there was only 1 psychiatrist for the entirety of the unit. I didn't realize this until they moved me and some others in the wing to another wing. There was no room to speak privately with the doctor, he just spoke with me in my assigned room, and visits were roughly 15 minutes each. With that, it took several days to get me on a medication and even to start talking about my issues. The doctor did listen to me about what had worked for me in the past, and I started back on that medication along with another med that made me feel high and paranoid. I stopped taking both medications after release. My release was actually delayed because of how long it took to start me on anything.
A huge issue I have with this hospital though is their visitor policy. I barely remember going over the policy when I was admitted due to how late I had been up waiting to be admitted. My mother and my siblings had come down from out of state to grab some of my things where I had been staying, and wanted to pay me a visit afterwords. They drove in from over 3 hours away, and were turned down because they didn't make an appointment. They called the hospital several times asking about me and making plans to come see me, but not until they were half an hour out talking on the phone were they told they needed an appointment. They came to the hospital anyway just to see if there was anything they could do, and were turned away. I had been in a unit as an adolescent, and even they allowed visits without making an appointment, so long as it was during visiting hours. It messed me up emotionally not being able to see my family that day.
Lastly, I want to talk about the activities they had during the day. There honestly wasn't much to do at all. There were books to read, pages to color, and a couple decks of cards. One of the books someone picked up to read had actual food stamps tucked in the front page, so I know nobody was paying any attention to the books. The coloring pages were a mix of children's and adults coloring books, and the coloring mediums they offered were crayons and washable markers. The cards from Ameristar. In my last couple days, I played cards with a group of people for hours. We played modified slapjack with the books since none of us could touch each other. If not for the card games, my days would have been super dull. There was a TV we could watch, and we were allowed to make requests for movies. They mostly played Disney IPs, which along with the coloring, made me feel infantalized.
Overall, very hit and miss.