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Yaggy... considering that happens even in public bathrooms... I honestly don't know how females get urine on the damn toliet seat- let alone how they get shit all over the bathroom!
This room is a seclusion room in that there was only one person in each (the other rooms fit two, or four in bunk beds), and they were not let out of the room for extended periods of time (reason for the sink and toilet).
I guess you could also call it solitary confinement.
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But once he understood that we weren't trying to hurt him when he was out of control, that we were just helping him calm down and learn to control himself, he gradually got better and better until I understand he is currently living in a community group home somewhere and doing quite well. :-)
Those of you who are critical of seclusion really ought to go one-to-one with someone who can't control themself and is twice your size and thinks you are trying to kill or hurt them. It gives you a slightly better perspective of the various ways people use to cope with difficult situations. There is significantly less restraint and seclusion used these days, but most of it is because of the psychotropic medications someone was slamming a month or two ago. Again, here is a devil's choice - do you want people drugged or do you want them restrained? Spend a week with someone who is paranoid and needs medication and isn't taking it - you'll have an interesting and new perspective, I can almost guarantee you. :-)
I agree with you wholeheartedly there... before my father passed away, while he was in the hospital, they had his hands tied with a posey. He fought so hard for so long to get his hands free, I believe he used his strength up and had no fight left for fighting for his life. It was very sad and difficult to watch.
Of course, a "simple little time-out room" has so many legal specifications you can't believe it, as it rightly should. It has to be a certain number of square feet and you need adequate ventilation and lighting and temperature control and you must be able to see the person at all times in case they try to hurt themself or become ill, and you can't latch it shut - it has to be set up so that if the person outside the room walks away, the door must automatically swing open. That's so they don't place people in there and just walk away and leave them for long periods of time, like used to happen in the bad old days before time-out rooms were better regulated.
I haven't needed a time-out room for a client for probably 15+ years - in that short of a time we have been more effective in our techniques, we start more training and education at a younger age, there are more sophisticated behavioral programs, and there are better medications if there are concomitant psychiatric issues. And that's a very good thing to be able to say. :-)
If you have the time-out room door set up so that when you walk away it will automatically swing open, it prevents a staff person from leaving a client in time-out for a lengthy amount of time. After a certain amount of time has passed and the person is still in the time-out room it becomes obvious you are either using the time-out room because you are angry at the person (retribution) or you want them "out of the way" (staff convenience), and neither one of them is therapeutic. If the staff person has to stand at the door to keep it latched from the outside it means they have to remain in the immediate area, which means they won't be tempted to walk away to do something else, possibly lengthening the amount of time the person is in time-out. When time-out is used there are generally a set of "release criteria," such as being calm and/or quiet for 15 seconds before the door is open. If the staff walks away they can't tell when the client is ready to leave the time-out room, and it may only be a minute or two that the client actually needed to calm down. As well, the staff person needs to be right at the door to either hear or see if the client gets into trouble - if they have a seizure, have a heart attack, engage in self-injurious behavior and need to be removed, etc. I don't believe I ever allowed anyone in time-out past 30 minutes tops - and of course that was only if they continued to threaten others or actually tried to harm someone again when the door was opened. And even on my roughest unit with some pretty tough gentlemen I don't believe we used it for more than a handful of times per month ever.
This is different than a seclusion room. Seclusion rooms are used in mental health facilities and are used in lieu of straitjackets or 4-point restraint. They are utilized if someone is severely agitated or aggressive and needs to be apart from others but won't hurt themself if left alone. The door to the room is locked and the person is left in the room with some form of monitoring, although monitoring is a relatively new requirement. I would certainly support a seclusion room if the only alternative was a mechanical restraint (straitjacket or 4- or 5-point restraint) or chemical restraint (almost always antipsychotics these days). It gives the person the option to calm themself down without being restrained or drugged, and I think that is a very good thing.
There are many times when people are so out of control that they may need one of the more restrictive options, such as if they are huge and strong or if they try to hurt themself and won't stop. Everybody in the general public hates straitjackets and drugs until they have a 300-pound person throwing a bed or file cabinet in their general direction. That isn't meant to be a negative comment toward people who are in such a terrible situation that they have lost control; it is meant for those people who seem to be offended that restraint, meds, or seclusion are ever used without realizing the alternative, which is getting your butt badly kicked or possibly losing your life.
And dang! You get around as much as I do!
I work for our county's PHF. We have two seclusion rooms - both video monitored in the Staff's Station 24/7. In response to Skye's erronous 'facts,' there are indeed *ahem* facilities in both. One piece units of stainless steel much like those in modern county jail cells.
Granted, compared to Lynne I am hardly a poisoned tongue, er, fingers where the technicalities are involved, but I felt compelled to comment.
This place was only closed in 2000.
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I just wanted to thank you for your posts! Maybe some of the people that think padded rooms were used as cruel and unusual punishment will finally realize that that is, in fact, not the case at all! I just visited my friends dad (he's a teacher in an elementary school) and he was telling me about a boy that would become so violent with other students, teachers, and himself that they decided to put a padded room into the school for his safety. I was at the school so he showed me the room and he was explaining how the boy would start beating his head against the walls before they had the room padded and he said that he knew he needed to take action to be sure this boy would be safe in school, even if it was to be safe from himself. I just say, "Thank goodness!" for people like him because ever since they put in that room, it takes the boy much less time to cool down than it did previously. So, that room with the help of the psychiatrist the school brought in has helped that boy so much and that is HUGE! It has, I'm sure, changed the course this boys life will take because of the way people cared for him. And I think that that is what counts the most!
SPIDERGIRL, really do you think that these places did not do the best they could to try to protect the people who lived there?
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She couldn’t comprehend the hospital’s rules. She went into her bedroom to escape the racket of people cackling, shoes squeaking, Bob Barker barking from the T.V. set, and the fax shrilly ringing. The noise hurt her ears. The next thing she knew a crowd of men stormed her room. Pinning her limbs behind her back they carried her kicking and screaming to a dirty, barren room. Unceremoniously, they dumped her on a gym mat, rushed out and locked the door.
She was bewildered as to why they would play a trick on her. She panicked even more because the walls were closing in on her. Banging on the door she screamed in vain to be freed.
She thought they wanted her to do gymnastics on the gym mat. After several handsprings she found instead the men surged back in. She fought them tooth and nail, but was overpowered. They forced her on a table and tied her in four point restraints. Outnumbered but not defeated she escaped twice, shouting gleefully she was the great Houdini reincarnate. She thought surely her cleverness would win her release. Each time they tied the leather tighter until she was truly trapped.
She thought that they wanted her to pee on herself, and so she did. They just took her gown away. She laid naked and spread eagle for all to see.
After a time her terror grew so great that she forgot where she was. She forgot she was in restraints.
She thought a great epidemic had swept the nation. Stricken, contagious and in isolation, paralyzed and dying, she was in desperate need of someone to hold her hand and comfort her, to tell her she was not alone. A worried nurse peeked in the window in the door, but didn’t stop. Because of the epidemic the staff shortage was severe. They too were dying.
She passed into a soft green space. She watched her soul shine and ascend toward Heaven. Before entering Heaven’s gate her soul was examined and found wanting. She crashed into the depths of Hell.
Later when she felt more cognizant her doctor came to visit. She stretched her hand to touch his hand. He stepped back swiftly, and her heart plummeted.
By the time she left seclusion the other patients were afraid of her. Her moans and screams of pain had echoed through the halls at night and sounded animal not human.
I wish someone would have thought to hold my hand.