I'm still working on the complaint to the facility my mother was hospitalized at in June. Turns out the VDH doesn't take complaints on Psyche facilities. It goes through the Human Rights Committee local to the hospital. The way they work it is: they take my complaint, forward it to the facility, the facility investigates itself (and I expect will find no fault in themselves) and then I have to file an appeal. No facility should be allowed to investigate itself. That's just ridiculous. And to top it off they forwarded my complaint to the very person at the facility who lied to me when I called.
Thankfully I found that out this morning when I called for the email address to send the more complete complaint I wrote up for the VDH. I was told that the complaint would then have to go to a higher up official at the facility. Sad thing is that the guy who was part of the problem is on the Human Rights Committee Board. Now I know this complaint will go no where. But I have to go through proper channels before I can sue them.
The guy in question called for more information this morning and when I informed him he was part of my complaint he had the audacity to laugh at me. That and his condescending tone tells me he isn't taking this seriously and figures I'll just go away.
It is now my personal mission to make sure he loses his job and is living out of a cardboard box.
My mom, meanwhile, is still suffering the effects of her stay. She isn't delusional, but is horribly depressed. Her mood is flat and she lays in bed all day. She only gets out of bed for meals. She didn't even show interest in the chocolate my brother brought her the week before. Chocolate never lasted more than an hour in her hands before. I really wish there was a way to just take her off all her meds and have her somewhere she can't hurt herself or others.
It's pure fantasy and just manages to make myself more depressed.
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