Wilmington Treatment Center was a nightmare. The following is only a short description of my experience. I could go on for pages. During a move from California to North Carolina I ran out of the medication that I take for Bipolar Disorder. This led to a situation where after drinking on four consecutive days I had the delusional belief that I needed detox. When I arrived at Wilmington Treatment Center my intake interview should have made it clear to any competent professional that I required hospitalization not drug or alcohol treatment. Urinalysis and a breathalyzer test determined that neither drugs or alcohol were present in my system. They admitted me anyway. They took me to a locked unit. On entering my room I was immediately aware of the filthy conditions of the facility. The removable vinyl divider that served as a bathroom door had blood and what appeared to be other bodily fluids on it. There was urine and feces on the toilet. The floor was dirty, with pubic hairs around the edges. My bed, which consisted of a wood platform and vinyl covered foam mattress appeared to have been previously slept in. I sought out the first professional staff member available, and explained that for reasons unrelated to the unhygienic conditions. This would not be a therapeutic environment for me. Explaining in detail why I believed it would trigger service related PTSD issues. Over the next seven days I requested daily, to be discharged or taken to the nearest emergency room. My requests were ignored or met with contempt. On the second day they began to give me drugs. I was told that if I wanted to get out that I needed to take the medication as directed. I was desperate to get out. The more I begged to be released the more drugs they gave me. This included injections. After a few days of this I spent much of my time completely out of touch with reality. During the times when I was lucid I was acutely aware of the dysfunctional nature of this institution. It was under staffed at all times. The staff were unprofessional, often treating patents with contempt. In the evenings, I observed unsupervised patents smoking marijuana in the smoking area. I was held at Wilmington Treatment Center for seven days. On the final day I was told to put on scrubs. A single staff member took me to a grimy old van, and drove me a few blocks to an emergency room. She walked me to the front desk of the emergency room and left me there, in an incredibly impaired state. They had not returned my phone or wallet. Please don't let these people get their hands on you, or anyone you love. This is not a treatment center. It is a for profit insurance scam.