When I attended this program it was for the express purpose of seeing a pain specialist who specializes in addiction so that I could be put on the appropriate pain medications and taken off of the ones I was taking which we\'re not let\'s say. The situation was explain to them clearly prior to my commitment to the program and they guaranteed they had the facility and staff required to meet my needs. However when I arrived I was placed into rehab with every other client (whether there strictly for rehab purposes or for special reasons of which there were a few who like me were put into the same track as everyone else). I was taken off of The meds I came in on as I expected yet the pain specialist turned out to be a general practitioner with a few extra courses on addiction. So... after two weeks of ignoring my pain and concerns he went on vacation providing no replacement except in an emergency which I was not considered to be. By then I found myself in significant pain again, much to my dismay he has I would rather have never needed these meds again, and no one would listen or knowledge while I was there and it was pretty traumatic. The weekend staff were for attics still in halfway houses which I don\'t judge but maybe it\'s too soon, and I found their lack of knowing who the clientele or reason for admittance to the program was very alarming to say the least. If there was a psychiatrist available I was not made aware there at one point I was so upset I was asking where is your Doctor who is available when an addict coming off of often long-term drug use starts freaking out or having a very difficult time due to their \"dual diagnoses\" all of which this place claimed to be able to treat but failed to be able to provide any of what was required to do just that. I voice my concerns several times and was talked into giving it more time though how many more filet mignon on dinners I could choke down I wasn\'t sure to start off with, nor was I sure how many more times I could hear about the fact that the blind melon singer went to this rehab and so they built a music studio no one uses to draw in a celebrity clientele that didn\'t exist before which they provided a tanning bed and a swimming pool which we lounged around often doing um... and maid service which came with a lot of negative comments regarding the patients that didn\'t make their beds or clean up after themselves. None of these things are even important when the way I was discharged is revealed. I checked myself in voluntarily because I wanted to better my life in a way that they promised, and by law I should\'ve been able to check myself back out without any issues. This rehab is located in farm country long down a dirt road miles from anything and if you want to dial out you need to know the secret code where there is no contact with the outside world. Sure I could\'ve walked out the door in terrible pain which they promised to fix but didn\'t, but I didn\'t know how many miles I would have to walk and they wouldn\'t give me my medication, my phone, or any of my belongings that they had locked up it would\'ve been my way out of there when I so chose to leave. I became aware that they were not going to follow through on what they agreed to and I which is very interested in ending my time there but they kept talking me into another day and then agreed to have a phone conference call with me and my parents were I hoped I would have the opportunity to speak to them and get out of there but prior to allowing me into the room I heard through the wall then tell my parents all the things they needed to hear so that they would not agree to come and get me. I felt as if I was trapped and held against my will and every time I try to leave as I was legally allowed to do, I was stopped in some significant way that truly made it impossible for me to go anywhere considering my health state and the fact that it would\'ve been like kicking me out to the middle of nowhere and that\'s not the same as letting me leave legally. I had about a week and a half left and my parents were several hours away and because I tried to get someone to pick me up when I was given my phone through the increase of privileges I had lost my phone and had no way to contact the outside world. The last morning I woke up and the doctor was leaving to go on vacation and would not be returning before I was due to leave. He had no replacement unless it was a real emergency and I was not considered an emergency. It was new different than signing in stone that we are not going to treat you with the kind of care we promised and so your time here has been wasted and your money as well. Right then I knew it was time to go and I had enough and so I went to my therapist and the head of the place is well who is the young woman and I told them I want to leave because you are not going to provide me with what you promised and I am not happy and I checked myself and so now I would like to check myself out. We sat in the room I was sleeping in while there, and this mattress which had a deep deep in the middle and was so uncomfortable with apparently going to be replaced that day so they tried to bribe me with that. Then they tried to bribe me with this ecology appointment they had made that afternoon after like three weeks and it didn\'t matter what I said they would not lower you to call my parents to come pick me up. They would not give me my belongings so I could make a phone call and make arrangements to leave. Nor will they provide me with my medications which I needed to leave as well. I sat on the bed and looked at them and I said am I going to have to cause a scene and get kicked out because right now you\'re not allowing me to leave and I\'m not sure what else to do. They agreed to put me in touch with my parents finally and I thought thank God this is over now because honestly this is beyond the scope of what\'s ethical or even really legal and it gets worse. Went to this little closet type room where the phone was to speak to my parents and as soon as I picked it up and said hello my mother started to scream that I was going to be on drugs and all these terrible things are gonna happen because they had said whatever they thought my parents needed to hear to refuse to come and get me before I was able to speak to them and I realize that they\'re not going to let me go willingly and I felt as though I had no other option so I consciously, not impulsively but intentionally took the phone and tried to smash it so that they would then kick me out because I didn\'t know what else to do I couldn\'t even call the police. Before I knew it it seemed like 10 staff members were like coming at me to tackle me and so I put my arms up close to my chest and try to sort of spin a bit to keep people away from me so I wouldn\'t get tackled and somehow the nurse cut her finger or something that wasn\'t from me. As soon as everybody vacated that little room though I don\'t remember how that happened the head of the rehab said loudly and frustration, \"just give her the exit (or whatever it was called) form to sign!\" and I thought you must be joking me all I have to do is sign a form and you withheld it from me creating a volatile situation that I was truly pushed into and put other residents in harms way had gone down some other way and I was just shocked. I was told to go pack my things while two of the big guys that worked there satin watched as if I was going to steal the toilet or something because I mean I don\'t really know what they thought I was going to do, and when I was finished I rolled my suitcase to the front and waited for them to give me my phone and my meds so I can call Kevin leave. instead they refused to give me my things and finally a couple of police officers walked in and I thought here we go. I just couldn\'t believe what was happening but it was happening and when I explained the situation to the officers they couldn\'t believe it was happening. they instructed the people at the rehab to give me my phone and my charger and everything and even three have argued with the police they\'re finally gave in. After what seemed like an hour and a half or more some guy came in the front door went right past me into the little office where they had all been huddled together talking about the situation in private and never spoke to me once. whatever they told him convinced him that I was a danger to myself or others because it was procedure I had to be handcuffed and taken to the hospital in the back of the police car to be evaluated by psychiatrist because they 302ed me? I guess the very tiny cut the nurse gave her self trying to tackle me and probably banging her hand on the wall or something instead was enough to convince him that I was a danger and so in pain having been manipulative and bribed and then essentially kidnapped and then fraudulently 302 I was hauled away like a common criminal but knowing that I did what I had to do to skate this place it just would not let me go never mind my rights. I told the story to the Doctor who thought it was the most ludicrous reason he\'s ever had someone 302 in his career and was happy to give me a few pain meds, a hamburger, and to let me get the hell away from what I feel was at least bordering on a criminal act that I was a victim of. My parents felt terrible the next day when he picks me up and the check I had received in the mail that day to pay this rehab for my state never left my suitcase because of what they did. I still believe that they should be held accountable and so this is my first step in making sure that happens. There are more details that are probably pertinent but if this is not enough to tell you what type of operation they\'re running I guess you\'ll see yourself. As far as whether or not this review was fraudulent or abusive as your guidelines describe, I\'m sure there are legal records they can back up my story and this is absolutely 100% the truth as I recall it dressed down and in the raw.