There’s a Crack in Everything: Bitch, Fuck & Asshole and No Place to Hide

CHAPTER 9

Several times a day, a Code Blue or Number Code punctuated the psych ward just as it had during intake. In one particular instance, within seconds of making the call over the loudspeaker, several large male interns rushed into our ward to diffuse what had quickly erupted into a dangerous situation.

The nurses and attendants behind the desk controlled the TVs. We’d ask to watch certain shows, and, to their credit, they would almost always work to find that…