Sounds like your son and I were in very different places going in.
All 3 of my admissions were voluntary, although the first one was only voluntary because my psychiatrist told me I could agree to come in voluntarily, or she'd commit me.
My first admission, I was very sick. I was newly sober, deeply depressed and basically not functioning. The first week was a bit of a blur, but then I started going to groups, to pass the time at first, but then I got into them and learned a lot. I was in 8 weeks.
The second admission, was following a suicide attempt. Again I was depressed and needed safety. I was in 4 weeks.
My last hospitalization was for stabilization. I had let my meds schedule get way out of whack, and I basically wasn't functioning - barely taking care of myself. Again I was in for 4 weeks.
Hopefully your son will come to see the benefit of being in the hospital and take advantage of whatever services they offer.
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