BayRidge Hospital — Local services in Lynn

I left bayridge about three weeks ago , I was having issues due to circumstances in my life creating momentum towards an event that led to what seems like mania , with psychotic symptoms , I was battling psychosis.

I was dealing with paranoia due to my situation and decided to self admit myself to the ER for my issues which brought me to stay at this facility .

From the beginning there were problems .

I had to deal with my own paranoia, but the staffs inconsistencies and lack of professionalism played a role in stimulating me towards a worse direction at times, I believe it was human error .

I believe there were some issues that could be considered unethical .

It was my first stay in a ward , yet they didn't explain how numerous things worked . I found out on one of my last days that they give headphones out , I found out on my last day that you can order food for dietary needs .

My medication was first green then they switched it to white . This could have easily led to me becoming more paranoid but I trusted the staff and their explanation .

They then added stool softener without telling me, and I again had a confrontational interaction about the added medication without telling me , which again could have led to paranoia but I trusted in them .

One shower locked behind you , while the other one didn't, never explained to me , very dangerous , I knocked patiently ...

The lighting was oddly bright in my room , I took pictures eventually because an additional light was turned on and after waking up in the middle of the night and realizing how absurd the lighting was , I complained and they shut off what they called a " night light ".

They check in your room every 15 minutes in the middle of the night , I was literally startled awake twice and eventually had to complain.

They had a book called " the human experiment" at the ward , It even said BR2 on it confirming it belonged to the ward , I have a picture of it .My paranoia was bad enough, but when I saw that book , the suggestability of my mind within the paranoia I was dealing with was very tempting, I could have gone into a worse state . In reality it definitely dictated my understanding of the environment I was in .Within my internal dialogue I had to combat ideas that stemmed from thoughts generated by seeing that book ,thoughts that I was in fact in an experiment . Very unfortunate book to have in such a place .

My tag on my wrist said bayridge , and I eventually realized that my roommate and others in the facility had bayridge 2 and a photo on their tag . It lead to me asking the staff if I was in the wrong place and that's when they printed out a tag that looked like my roommates, but again the damage could have already been done given my paranoia , but still I trusted the staff .

The staff was a good group of people, I sincerely saw a lot of good in everyone in the facility but human error and inconsistencies I sat with for some time after my stay .

I have since recovered from my mania , through complying with my medication and combating my thoughts . I have a softer perspective on my experience now that I've been removed from it and have...

5 stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ A wonderful hospital! & I’ve stayed at some other places example Worcester hospital and the Worcester hospital was absolutely horrible and I was scared to put myself back in-patient again 😢 however I got lucky this time to be placed in bay ridge because it was a whole different experience that was so, so, so much better and that’s due to the staff I am so grateful to have been treated with respect, care and kindness and understanding that makes a difference between the outcomes I have experienced at bay ridge and other hospital stays. I felt safe in their care I was never able to thank everyone before leaving, but I am very grateful for my experience and stay at this hospital. The staff was amazing and have a lot of good advice I will use now and staff handles any issues and things that are difficult that may arise in the situation with an attitude of understanding and kindness that is truly necessary for anyone struggling it was their kindness and approach that saved my life. I have a much better outlook and have my mindset in the correct direction in a perspective of gratefulness being home is better than it’s been in over a decade ❤️‍🩹 they handled a very difficult person because when I checked in I was just skeptical of my last stay at a different hospital and the bad experience I had I told my mother this my last time chance and I only had a tiny amount of fight left in me I was almost done with this earth 🌍 but I’m grateful i was put into this hospital during one of my most difficult periods of time in my life where I was not feeling very good about anything and had a lot of anger and anxiety I was treated with Kindness respect and understanding the staff saved my life legitimately! 🙏🏼Thanks to all the nurses and the medication nurses and specialists and cleaning crew and the kitchen staff the meals were great i ate better there than I had at home and lost 10 pounds too while in there it was a great experience and good safe environment to get my meds Adjusted. The building itself is a bit older and has some heating issues but everything that truly mattered was exceptional! Grateful for everyone that I came in contact with it was a much needed gift to be in...

I was admitted here early this summer. Staff was kind but illattentive. Systemically, how we treat mentally ill and suicidal individuals really needs to change. I would not consider my time here to have been helpful, supportive, trauma informed, or individualized. It was demeaning, humiliating, dirty, and damaging in many ways. The unit I was on was mostly clean (except for the showers - ew), but the recieving space and intake spaces were disgusting. I met with my "treatment team" for 10-15 minutes during week days. There was no individualized therapy or processing space and treatment overall was tailored to those with substance use concerns. The unit was loud, uncomfortable, and frightening. I chose to keep mostly to myself in my room to avoid what felt like dangerous and overwhelming common areas, and as a result I was labeled antisocial and a number of other negatively connotated things. Additionally, I was often marked as not attending groups, despite having no idea when or what groups were. They were listed on a whiteboard in the common room, but you were lucky if you knew what time of day it was or heard the call for groups.

Needing to be hospitalized is scary enough as it is. But to be somewhere that it feels like no one has the time or desire to care whether you are alive is terrifying. I was afraid I would never get out. I was afraid I was going...