As cliche as it sounds, I truly hope this website allowed to give zero stars. And that reason is because my patient's rights were violated and the night I spent at John George was the most traumatizing, dehumanizing, and frustrating night of my life. A night I'll retell to people in this area as long as I need to, so no other person has to experience this downright despicable patient care and neglect. If you EVER, EVER under any circumstances are hauled off to a mental ward, know your rights and request somewhere other than John George if you can at all. I say that pleading from the center of my soul, I can't express how much I want people to avoid what I had the misfortune of experiencing.
1.) I was sent to the facility because of a call from a mentally unstable ex-boyfriend who was 5150'd in another hospital. Before I knew it, he's a good enough witness and I'm hauled to John George. GREAT info to go off of. Buckle up.
I was denied my right to a doctor, which at least TWO were walking around eating and socializing in a very jolly manner with their co-workers while I tried to no avail to seek the help of a nurse to explain I felt triggered, and almost tortured by being but in this facility. The man who does your chart/paperwork before one is admitted noticed once he walked into the dreadful back that I was still there and he know I did not. He asked "Why is she still here? Where is her doctor?" And he continues to mention three other patients who came after me have already been evaluated and given their chance to speak their peace. Then, the dunces behind the counter say on two occasions (after being pestered) "Oh! ****** ******, we lost her chart!" And there I wait, calm in my chair for two more full hours before a nurse with nothing to do decides to stop staring at me from afar, and sits down. He speaks to me in an absolutely obstructive and condescending manner. Tall man, 60's, wore a green button down, almost bald, very slim. Watch out. Please request another "nurse" there.
On top of losing my paperwork and keeping me in a triggering environment where I showed no signs of mental instability, I tried my last hope. I asked nicely if the vengeful ex who put me in here could be contacted to possibly vouch for me in this time of need. Apparently someone in a mental ward is not stable enough to make any claims as such. So now, this woman who messed up the basics of spelling my name on my wristband and also can't string together a sentence of words (so that the ward may flow at a workable pace and these patients don't continue to rot, this is not a dig at accents whatsoever.) is working at this facility and doesn't even have the clearest handle on how to have a conversation with someone in order to get their information. I went back and forth with this rude woman for 30 minutes, and still she was filling out errors on the form due to her own inability to understand things repeated multiple times. My ex's brother was almost written down as my Boyfriend/emergency contact because she did not understand how to hear or write. I had to repeat to multiple administrative (? not professional enough to disclose their position) assistants that they needed to get my chart and get me a doctor as I was filing out my Grievance Form, which in a very passive way they discourage you NOT to do. I was being given dagger eyes as I filled out the horrible feelings I felt from the staff, I'm guessing with such shoddy and damaging ""psychiatric"" work you don't want the truth out of how under qualified your facility is, eh? OH, also loved the beetles and bugs writhing around the floors that the nurses didn't clean up. Very clean place for mental health patients.
I was there for hours and could go further but this is as much I can emotionally bare to write right now. Aside from a site like Yelp! I'm going to try to get the word out about John George and what a nightmare of a facility it is, how ashamed they should be for working there. So on the final note, Horribly understaffed. When staffed, filled with people who ignore violent throws of dangerous patients in their lobby, and lose the vital information/charts of people like me who don't belong there and will remember that night, and the people who obstructed my rights to get in touch with my real Psychologist (they refused to call her as a character witness against my rights) This reminded me the true reason why mental health hospitals remind me of prisons. Oh, this was not my first visit to one. I have been admitted before. And thinking back, I hated that ward, but right now John George makes that older ward from the past feel like Willy Wonka's edible candy room full of wonder.
This institution needs an investigation. I filed that grievance which I was bullied into almost not turning in, and my number was attached but I doubt they want to hear hell from a stable person who will say firsthand how they do their work, if you may even call it work. read more