A few months back, I was admitted into a rehabilitation center because my depression hit its lowest point. Now, however, I am feeling much better and thought to share my experience with the rest of you, whether it be to include in your writing, in the background of your character, or just for your personal use.
Disclaimer though: Not all rehabs works the same way. Different rehabilitation centers have different styles – some more lax, and others more strict. The type of rehab I was in is not the only type of rehab there is, but it is one type.
There’s probably going to be a part two, since I finished this and thought there should be some more, but for now, I guess this is it! Hope this helps!
If you have any further questions about life in rehab, feel free to send me an ask!
Under the cut, you will find sections about:
i. Basic Overview ii. Confidentiality and Anonymity iii. Staff: Nurses and Houseparents, the Program Coordinator, Case Managers iv. Safety of Belongings and of the Students v. Medicine and Food vi. Daily Schedule vii. Group Therapy Sessions and Activities viii. Behavioral Modifications and Privileges ix. The Students x. The Stigma that comes with Rehab
One of the staff’s favorite scenes was where Cloud smiles in an embarrassing way towards Tifa. Nomura liked it as there was almost no dialogue, and the expression on his face communicated his emotions to the viewer. Composer Nobuo Uematsu commented “It sounds cool!”, considering the fact that gamers who have finished Final Fantasy VII would find it hard to imagine how Cloud smiles. Upon reading that scene in the script, Uematsu was inspired to write the score.
Finn had been in the hospital wing of the base for almost a week, now. He had spent three days unconscious – battling the Sith had left him drained, an exhaustion he had never felt before, and the injuries on his back would need far longer than that to heal. He didn’t mind that much, though. In his small room he had the privacy to mourn Han’s death. Rey came to visit a few times, but she was spending more and more time with General Organa, trying to figure out her newfound powers. His most frequent visitor, however, was Poe Dameron. Poe would spend the vast majority of his free time with Finn, in hope of keeping up his spirits. He would tell him about the Rebellion, the greatness of Luke Skywalker and the then-Princess Leia, and the Resistance, the New Republic – all things new to Finn, people and stories that to him and Rey (who came in to listen as much as she could) had been just legends and myths just a few weeks before.
In the early hours of the morning, one day not long after Finn had regained some of his strength, a healer and a medical droid entered his quarter. The former Stormtrooper wasn’t expecting anyone – it was too early for either Poe or Rey to come and see him, and he had already received his morning treatment.
Still sleepy, Finn propped up on his pillows and faced the healer and the droid: “Is everything okay?” he asked.
The healer was inspecting his folder, his bed, everything. Finn was propped up on the very side of the bed. He remembered why, and blood flushed to his cheeks. Poe had spent the night there. He had fallen asleep mid-story, and Finn had been too tired to wake him up. They hadn’t been very comfortable, in a bed too small for two grown men, and the pilot had left when the sky outside was barely turning pink, for his morning patrol shift.
“Nothing to worry about, sir. Just checking that all of your medical history has been recorded”, the healer replied. The droid was copying data into its hard drive, but suddenly stopped and beeped. Brows furrowed, the healer inspected the droid, pressed a few buttons, checked the folder once again, and turned to Finn: “Last name, sir?”
Taken by surprise, deep into the memories of the previous night, the young man just said, “What?”
“Your last name, sir. No last name appears on your record.”
The healer seemed extremely annoyed by Finn’s slowness. Flustered, without thinking one second more, Finn blurted out, “Dameron.”
“Dameron? Finn Dameron?”
Finn stammered a ‘yes’. He was sure the healer was going to recognize the name and rat him out.
The healer didn’t say anything, though. She just scribbled it on his folder, inserted it onto the droid’s hard drive, and walked away.
Finn sighed loudly, relieved. He fell back on his pillows, fast asleep in a matter of seconds.
When he woke up again, the sky outside the small window was a bright blue, the sun high. The first thing his eyes focused on was a pilot sitting on his bed, inspecting Finn’s medical folder.
“Dameron, huh? You sure that’s not someone else?”
For the third time that morning, Finn felt his face getting warmer.
Looking away, Finn mumbled, ‘Sorry – it’s just… it’s because they asked me for a last name this morning… a-a-and it was the first thing that came to me.”
Poe stared at him for a few seconds, then squeezed Finn’s hand, and when he spoke again his voice was warm: “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. I gave you a name, I think I can give you a last name, too.”
Family -“I made another promise too. To protect my family.”
A mix for the ragtag team of l'cie who made the impossible possible. [listen]
i. Raging Fire - Phillip Phillips // ii. Where We Belong - Thriving Ivory // iii. On Top Of The World - Imagine Dragons // iv. Count On Me - Bruno Mars // v. Something I Need - One Republic // vi. Forever Young (Cover) - Youth Group // vii. My Hands - Leona Lewis // viii. Feeling a Moment - Feeder // ix. Pompeii - Bastille // x. Welcome Home - Radical Face