Parkwood Behavioral Health System

The staff are very welcoming I would say if ur child needs help or treatment Parkwood is highly recommended
Apr 7th, 2024

This place sticks together how a dr diagnose you without even seeing you how you diagnose a person after a traumatic event make sure when you go you ask to obtain the records from your visit they will be little you and make you feel very low and as if you need their services its all a money scheme and theyre under investigation already
Mar 28th, 2024

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Mar 14th, 2024

in february of 2020 i was hospitalized twice. the first time was at crestwyn. i was 16 and i didnt even want to leave, i was at peace. In October of 2020, i had to be hospitalized again. they allowed me to choose and i chose crestwyn, even though parkwood is 5 minutes from my house. i had heard the stories. once i arrived at crestwyn i was told they no longer had an adolescent unit. immediately my heart dropped. i knew they were taking me to parkwood. after getting past the waiting room i was put in a tiny room with almost nothing in it. i have adhd. i was confined to a chair stairing at a wall. it was honestly awful. for me 30 minutes feels like 5 hours in that environment. i had started to wish i didnt say anything at all. the day before i was admitted i got acrylic nails. once i was in i was forced to pry a fresh set of chop shop nails off of my very real and pain feeling nails. (the fake nails were not sharp) no and, ifs, or buts about how i felt. $80 down the drain. i get sinus infections almost every other month. i had one when i went and i was forced to be swabbed for covid, which is understandable at the time. after that i was put on a different unit completely by myself. there was NO ONE but a sitter. there was a tv, but the sitter felt entitled to be entertained because she had to sit with me for a couple hours. never once did she ask did i want to choose something to watch. because of that i laid in bed and stared at a wall for THREE DAYS STRAIGHT. i had nothing but the clothes i had on. i couldnt even shower. the only thing i had to look forward too was eating and using the bathroom. also, once they brought me my food i stared at a wall. table against wall, my chair facing it. i never had covid and somehow my vintage tommy hilfiger sweatshirt came up missing on a unit that no other patient was on but me. i wore it for those three days because i was left to think my parents didnt bring me clothes or toiletries. the day i left the covid unit it went missing. once i got back into the adolescent unit i got to talk to my parents and they told me that they did drop off my things. i was also on my period so i needed my tampons. i was 17 at the time and there was a girl who had the same name but was 12, a different race, AND HADNT EVEN HAD HER FIRST PERIOD. i noticed the tampons in her cubby and asked if she started and she said no. i asked why she didnt question why she has two of everything. how did the staff allow this, it was their fault. i was in the same clothes for three days, no shower, severely depressed, and isolated. since i had been through the experience before, i asked why they hadnt taken my blood and urine. they claimed they did. (literally why would i lie?) and then i realized they had taken the little girls twice. she didnt know any better. i had a 12 year old girls vitals on my chart. i was the one that had to ask her and figure out for myself what went wrong. forced to do push ups in gym like i was in the military, random little kids in the corner of the gym during activities because they didnt have their own day room, i could go on and on. the last thing i will say is how hard it is not feel depressed in that building. the color scheme is maroon and brown. the day room had no windows, besides the door. it was stale and cold. i felt like a prisoner.
Mar 18th, 2024