Involuntary commitment in psychiatric facilities
in Psychology ·
First off, thanks for the reply, swiftowl7.
A few years back, I lost my mother, and honestly, it absolutely wrecked me mentally. I didn't spiral out of control or anything, but the grief and depression were just... overwhelming. It’s understandable, I guess.
During those rough years, I went to see my primary care doctor, who ended up referring me to a psychiatrist to get some antidepressants. That psychiatric evaluation was a complete disaster—partly because I was in such a bad headspace at the time, and partly because the doctor just used all those classic, cookie-cutter phrases you see in reports, like "potential aggressive behavior toward self or others" or "suspected endogenous process"... even though we were having a perfectly calm, normal conversation at the time. It's hard to believe.
Fast forward to now: I’ve managed to pull myself together mentally, but I’m struggling immensely because I just cannot find a job—no matter what I try. I have a degree in Economics, which should technically open a lot of doors, but nothing. To make matters worse, things with my family are a total wreck, so unfortunately, I’m still stuck taking those antidepressants—yeah, I know, I feel like an idiot.
My father sees the same doctor I do. He’s the kind of man who essentially destroyed my mother's life, and he pretty much hates me. It’s hard to wrap your head around, but that’s just the reality.
I recently found out that my own father has been constantly badmouthing me to our shared doctor—telling him these unbelievable lies about me that just don't make sense. Of course, the doctor believes him entirely; he’s a master actor, and they’re from the same generation—who would ever take my side? He’s basically trying to convince the doctor to commit me to a mental institution. He harasses me every single day, just waiting for me to slip up so he can have all his bases covered.
And he’s doing all of this simply because we live under the same roof—I’m upstairs, he’s downstairs—but the house is actually in my name. Now, this sick individual is prepared to do whatever it takes to get his hands on the property. I even found out he’s pulled some strings at the courthouse; apparently, there’s a judge with deep connections who will help rig a ruling so they can forcibly keep me out of my own home.
I know how paranoid and insane this all sounds, but unfortunately, it's the truth. What am I supposed to do? If I go to social services, the doctor will just claim I'm harassing a poor, elderly man for no reason. If I hire a lawyer, I don't have the money to pay them. I'm at a loss. It's a nightmare situation.
A few years back, I lost my mother, and honestly, it absolutely wrecked me mentally. I didn't spiral out of control or anything, but the grief and depression were just... overwhelming. It’s understandable, I guess.
During those rough years, I went to see my primary care doctor, who ended up referring me to a psychiatrist to get some antidepressants. That psychiatric evaluation was a complete disaster—partly because I was in such a bad headspace at the time, and partly because the doctor just used all those classic, cookie-cutter phrases you see in reports, like "potential aggressive behavior toward self or others" or "suspected endogenous process"... even though we were having a perfectly calm, normal conversation at the time. It's hard to believe.
Fast forward to now: I’ve managed to pull myself together mentally, but I’m struggling immensely because I just cannot find a job—no matter what I try. I have a degree in Economics, which should technically open a lot of doors, but nothing. To make matters worse, things with my family are a total wreck, so unfortunately, I’m still stuck taking those antidepressants—yeah, I know, I feel like an idiot.
My father sees the same doctor I do. He’s the kind of man who essentially destroyed my mother's life, and he pretty much hates me. It’s hard to wrap your head around, but that’s just the reality.
I recently found out that my own father has been constantly badmouthing me to our shared doctor—telling him these unbelievable lies about me that just don't make sense. Of course, the doctor believes him entirely; he’s a master actor, and they’re from the same generation—who would ever take my side? He’s basically trying to convince the doctor to commit me to a mental institution. He harasses me every single day, just waiting for me to slip up so he can have all his bases covered.
And he’s doing all of this simply because we live under the same roof—I’m upstairs, he’s downstairs—but the house is actually in my name. Now, this sick individual is prepared to do whatever it takes to get his hands on the property. I even found out he’s pulled some strings at the courthouse; apparently, there’s a judge with deep connections who will help rig a ruling so they can forcibly keep me out of my own home.
I know how paranoid and insane this all sounds, but unfortunately, it's the truth. What am I supposed to do? If I go to social services, the doctor will just claim I'm harassing a poor, elderly man for no reason. If I hire a lawyer, I don't have the money to pay them. I'm at a loss. It's a nightmare situation.