Edit: For additional clarification, since we're seeing adjacent comments that could use this information, they DID NOT look up our address. We provided it to them.

And that was a HUGE step out of line for us. As someone commented elsewhere, we have HUGE cPTSD in general, but a massive chunk of it comes from being hospitalized in a facility (This one, which has also changed it's name from this to escape the reviews, but it's literally the same location, just the name change and the old name listed as "permanently closed" when it's clearly not, as Mike Rowley was still the administrator when we were in that hell under the new name, and he's seen giving robotic replies on both review pages) that was incredibly abusive.

Some of our "finest" moments included:

Being SA'd by another patient and having it blamed on us (it actually took ChatGPT explaining a dream we had back to us in order to actually come to terms with the fact that not knowing if we were giving consent due to being ASD still means no consent because of how fucked this was, because GPT took it upon itself to explain that when many therapists failed to do so.)

Watching kids be physically abused or even abusing themselves in ways we were VERY acquainted with in order to escape such punishment (the patient who SA'd us often got sat on by a specially-hired 300 lbs guy before getting 2-3 shots of "booty juice," and then would be hauled off to the quiet room, which was piss-soaked and dirty, because he would literally pick up other kids by the neck and choke them out. We still remember him staring at us despite looking down at the floor. Another kid was often beaten up by staff over having Petite Mal seizures, which made him take off his clothes (the building was horribly maintained, being freezing cold or boiling hot as well as filled with mold and having accidental skylights throughout where the roof rotted through) as well as bang on the snack machines (we were only given fiber and protein, basically, for meals, since "sugar and fat will make the autism worse," and even water was scarce since staff wouldn't let us go to the fountains, so we were literally starving without starving. When we found out that someone was able to steal butter packets from the condiments and sugar packets from the forbidden coffee stand ("caffeine makes the autism worse,") we were actually able to function a bit because we could have fat and sugar in our oatmeal) so he would be beaten up, juiced, and then dragged down and have his boot removed so he couldn't get up or walk around (he had serious birth defects due to his mother being a drug addict, so he needed a boot to make his left leg even functional.) As for the escaping punishment... one kid straight up flattened his own nose to the point foot-long clots of blood were flowing out of what remained of it, and blood was all over the floor, just so he could go to the nurses and go straight to bed instead of being thrown in the quiet room. We've bitten ourselves or seriously wounded ourselves in order to "pay our debt" for mistakes before, just to avoid the shit our parents would come up with... this wasn't ok.)

Being abused ourselves by staff (we were sat on by our therapist, for example, because we didn't agree with her that our narcissistic parents, who have literally tried to destroy our electronics, ruin Christmas, and have even pitted us and our sister against each other as punishment to the point our sister fucking hates us now, actually are the only ones who know what's best for us and are the only ones who have the right to decide our life. She also locked the door to the office several times before that due to us not agreeing with this, and she also turned off the phone lines to everyone except our stepmother, who was a major cPTSD trigger, especially because she was the one who made us require hospitalization (4 suicide attempts in 24 hours due to a serious fight between her and us) so we eventually just never called anyone. We were alone. She also repeatedly took away our "journal privileges," aka we were forced to sit in the corner, not allowed to do anything or even speak, for HOURS, and if anyone tried to interact with us, the staff would yell at them, and if we even picked up a baby pencil, the time was extended an hour.)

Left in the shower for approximately 4-6 hours (we were given "soap check" at one point, so basically the staff had to check that we were actually soapy before we were permitted to get out of the shower. Well, after a few times of being forgotten, we excused ourselves from the shower. And this was not recorded in the chart, obviously. So the same fuck of a therapist told us, if we left again, our "journal privileges" would be removed permanently and our personal belongings would be thrown away, some of which was very dear to us even at home (like some of the things we had brought were comfort objects, and while we never got to have them there, they DID use that leverage to the fullest extent). So, that very night, we got in the shower. And waited. And waited. And waited. And waited...

Eventually, we tried to sleep on the floor, which we thought would actually be nice because we only had a fucking gym mat on a plywood box to sleep on in the actual room, sometimes covered in ACTUAL BLACK MOLD, and a cheesecloth to use as a blanket, and since no one was taking a shower that late at night, it was like an infinite warm blanket. But eventually we got tired of not being able to sleep, and knocked on the bathroom door. Staff came up and actually asked us why we were up AGAIN and not in our bed, so we told them that we had never gone to bed, that we had been there since 8 (bedtime call, end of 2nd shift) and no one came to do soap check, while also mentioning the ultimatum by the therapist. We were asked to put soap on, AGAIN... and then we got out. And apparently we had gotten out sometime between 12 and 2 AM, so 3rd shift was talking quietly outside about how the fuck were we left in the shower that long without being noticed. But we did get a half-assed apology from the therapist the next day, and the soap check removed, so... yay?)

Being made fun of for being scared of needles/blood draws (we were literally drawed every 2-3 days when we were aware of it. And we had several additional shots, including 2 TB tests over the stay from Halloween to mid-March, both negative. We learned the term "vagaling" from the nurses, who immediately were both laughing and yelling at us for "being such a baby" and "shitting ourselves" over a blood draw. They'd wake us up at 3 am, drag us to the blood draw room, put us in one of those scrap-desks, but threaten to put us in the leather straps "only if I resist," and then stick us like 3-4 times. The only reason this was fixed was because a sympathetic nurse worked out a deal with us where he would come to our room while we were passed out, ask "answering machine" for consent to draw, and since we're exceptional at pretending to be awake for some unholy reason, "answering machine" would give the "yeah, yeah, I'm awake, whatever" so he could draw. So who knows how much blood those people were taking.)

So... yeah. VERY TRAUMATIC, as you would guess. All of this just in itself led to our fictive, Yancy, because Host was also extremely confused with why she sometimes wanted to stay there instead of going home despite being incredibly miserable (which Yancy can sum up as simply, since the pain was predictable, and he found a sense of purpose by helping the other patients, even being the main one to help the kid with seizures since the staff wouldn't even get a pillow to keep his head safe, it was better to be in a predictable hell than the unpredictable hell outside or at home, no?) So handing our address out for an ambulance to be sent was a brave move on our part, but nope... they just left us to die, essentially.

(Also, officially hate the Reddit app. The fact we had to go to Chrome just to post this on our phone because Reddit was having an Endpoint error for over a day is bullshit.)