^ Quite an experience.
I've been to a few clinics where you simply can't foresee what's gonna be. I was young and I was once in a place really into natural treatments or nature related, really beautiful spot, great landscape, except it wasn't nature related at all. By the end of the day I figured that they would select randomly who they thought to be mentally ill from those they "believed" to be 'only' addicts.
You would expect doctors to intervene but actually the whole thing was pretty scary as they could actually force you to take certain drugs I really didn't want to. And I felt it was depended on how they labeled me as a patient mentally ill or 'only' an addict, so being on withdrawal sort of helped me there. The idea of trying to be clean was the least of my worries then. It didn't take me a long time to understand I just had to play along and hope to God I would never end up in one these places again.
Hmm..
Here before taking you in, they have a nurse and a social worker talk to you about how it's all about and then an actual contract which is exactly what I signed for when I did sign for it, no surprises, no evaluation of mental health, other than if you take benzos and you aren't here to lower your benzos...although my psychiatrist had to call them to tell them NOT to try to taper me, they were gonna do it way too fast, 5mg valium less a week is too fast, my psychiatrist knows it's a 1-2mg thing a week max or else relapses and failures and seizures await. So I was given my 20mg of valium a day, but they were being hyper careful with the methadone, started me at 15mg...after almost 6 days, I left with just 35mg a day...went up to 60mg then later started dosing down 2-3mg a month. Much easier than getting rid of Suboxone...
As for getting in the outside world, there was a day of the week where people could go out on a walk with a social worker, even go back home get something they need, but you have to let them in. Thankfully, my hidden-they-didn't-know about script of clonazepam 0.5mg twice a day wasn't looked for, I went there to get my clock radio and take the garbage bag out because I had forgotten to do so before leaving. They would also let us go outside the dining area which had a door right next to the hospital, where here, it is situated in a very green area, despite a McDonald's being close by...there was a big creek where even as a kid I never tried to go as deep as it goes, it's basically a swamp in the middle of the city. But there was no judging of your mental health, just helping you get off your booze with Librium, get off your coke...by doing nothing...I don't understand...one of the blonde ex-nurse cokehead told me that wd's were different for everyone else...while I was the only one there for opiate dependency, I snapped and the guy who wouldn't leave her alone the whole time he was with her, his detox girlfriend, one of them got mad when I finally started feeling normal, where I said "it's impossible for you to understand how good I feel". The next nurses arrived and I was lectured about how I told others I was high as shit and such....I guess one of the young cokeheads there didn't like it when I called her "you're a real blonde if you think my withdrawals aren't the worse along with the alcoholics here, I smoked freebase for 6 months and I was able to stop instantly, it doesn't get you addicted physically. It's hard to get me addicted to stuff that doesn't get into your mind the way opiates, benzos, even weed a little...in the last of the 9 years I toked practically everyday, I didn't enjoy it much, but I had a psychological compulsion to toke, so I did.
Comparing coke wd with Dilaudid IV wd.....and they didn't like how I snapped at her and invented shit about how I said I was "high" once I hit 30mg of methadone where all wd symptoms were gone but I wasn't high, I was just feeling normal, stupid.