I was subjected to an involuntary hold several years ago. It wasn’t necessary because I told my psychiatrist I would sign voluntary papers (this was behind closed doors) because I eventually knew my predicament to be futile since they were in charge. I was experiencing a reaction to medication I probably should never have been prescribed since I had documented adverse effects to the same class of drug. None of this mattered. I had had an argument with my husband, “I” called the police on him, and all he had to say was “she’s a patient of so and so” and I was hoisted off to the ER for an evaluation. ( I believe I’ve relayed this whole story before on your website somewhere.) Well, I was even wearing an adverse drug alert on my wrist indicating previous reactions to the same class of drug. Not only was the possibility of adverse drug reaction NOT considered while I was in house (the doctor…my doctor…just happened to be clinical director, mind you), but the medication (an addictive Rx) was continued and other drugs that I was also adversely affected by were given me. I believe it was a little over two weeks or there about. I had been forced into a court hearing that was unnecessary (I think they just wanted to get that “on the books” for the record) and I really couldn’t say much because I didn’t have the mind to speak after being continuously drugged. In fact, I literally slid off my chair during the consult with a court appointed attorney and wasn’t even aware of what was happening. I couldn’t make sense of any of it because I was so over medicated. The proper course of action would seem to have warranted an investigation into the meds and possibly weaning me from them, but they chose to more or less “make me fit” their diagnosis. Then it was almost as if it were a good rub in the face, because the adversity to the same class of drug was listed right there on my discharge summary when I was finally released with Rx for the same class of med. I was pretty delusional when I left, but just pretended because I wanted to be released before I died or worse. But they didn’t know this, and simply noted that it was safe for me to go home. I was released and I’ve never been back for counseling to that facility and I have developed increased fear of all doctors so much so that I avoid them all now. I already had White Coat Syndrome and the “forced” medication/involuntary hospitalization changed my mind about psychiatry and modern medicine as it is practiced locally. It wasn’t “fair” It wasn’t even ‘safe’ for them to treat me as they did. I weaned myself off of the addictive substance because I no longer trusted them. Looking back, I believe all of it was basically to perhaps save their own behinds from possible litigation because perhaps they were aware of the medication mistake and feared I’d sue them. In fact, I should have but it is such a long road back through withdrawal to right thinking that there wasn’t enough time. None of my complaining in the world seemed to matter. Once “they have you” they have you and you are powerless. That was what I experienced and that is why I don’t see any doctors to this day. The doctor is still in his position despite the fact I complained to the State Medical Board and the local board over the mental health facility. They simply either do not care, or they are cheats for their own gain. Thank you for letting me share.