I was there from September 24th to December 12th of 2014. It was such a nightmare to where I had been diagnosed with PTSD because of it (at the time). Here's a rundown: The entire second floor smelled like feces, urine, and semen; most of the outside windows are blurred so that "the patients won't attract attention"; all the doors would either swing loosely or tightly; the hallway lights are on 24/7 (surveillance cameras, plus trouble sleeping); therapists wouldn't get to you for up to a month even though they're required to hold weekly sessions; all of the patients are either regular troubled kids/teens (like I was), juvenile criminals, or just innocent/violent rejects from their parents/guardians; I had seen a patient that had been there since 2009; the staff are almost all African-American (in a ghetto way); they basically let the "special patients" run around in the nude, yell their heads off, and "play" with themselves; I had seen a few patients eat earthworms in the courtyard cause they're so hungry; I'd seen them have their bones broken just from staff severely restraining and sometimes abusing them; I'd seen them get heavily sworn at by staff; I had seen patients steal each other's clothes (even mine); when the males get haircuts at the end of each month, they would have it shaved all off (I never had since I always denied); I had seen an entire room covered with feces before it was closed off (it stunk the hallway so bad we had to stay in the courtyard for a couple of hours so they can clear the mess); I had a $90 limited edition novel destroyed when a staff member allowed a mental patient into my room while I was away and, to this day, I never knew who had done it; for school, they would either let the patients run wild like it's normal or do class work and find out none of those assignments can go towards your regular school records; I had seen male patients get "romantic" with each other; I had nearly been touched by a patient while I was showering and had to fight them off while I was still “bare”; the showers always malfunction; there's mold on the ceilings; the doors chipped a lot of paint; the floor tiles were removable; the food was bland, disgusting, and it’s the same thing every week; I have seen enough holes in walls that though plastered I’m surprised it hadn’t collapsed the building yet; I had my right eye messed up because of a mental patient punching me there; I had met a patient that had asked if he could “suck” me; between the first day and eighth day as a patient, you aren't allowed to have a bed or change clothes due to “security measures”; and finally, for the first 30 days of being a patient, though you can have visits via relatives within the building, you are not allowed to leave outside the building. May I wish those that were there hope for full recovery, and the facility and staff pure deep Hell for their inhumane actions. Thank you.