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Day 2 Today, Saturday I was presented the most information, not in any pattern just by nurses, counselor sand techs. The morning was spent on my drug prescriptions. Mostly nurses would discuss what I was prescribed before UBH and what was in my file. I had several group therapy sessions. Upon completing my sessions I always went to my room to fest and PUT UP MY SUPPLIES. Early afternoon was spent with a nurse that related to me growing up in Chicago in a alcoholic household. She informed me I was lucky to be alive and if I did not stay in treatment I would be dead in two years. The nurse was sincere, but raised my anxiety level to new heights. I became very paranoid about my employer finding out I was here and losing my job. I went to more group sessions this afternoon, finding one session very relaxing. Just as with my other sessions I went to rest and PUT UP MY SUPPLIES. The soldier I met earlier was constantly consoling me, a wonderful human being. My wife visited as much as permitted and asked to speak with my doctor about potentially not showing the football game on the television, fearing it would be a bad trigger for my unstable state. I told her I wasn’t doing well and sh emphasized this to the staff. Still no contact with my doctor. I got to eat in the dining hall today, we moved in groups of 8-10, locked corridor through locked corridor. In the dining hall servers had no sanitary standards, serving with bare hands and slopping the food on treys. Older patients traded food and I gave mine away. On returning to the community room I said good bye to my wife and went to my room. In a few minutes I went to use the community phone but it was tied up and I didn’t get to call my wife. As I tried to sleep there was rowdy activity in the hall. One of the male patients asked me to join a prayer vigil in the hall were a young female was having a seizure. We prayed, sang hymns and watched as she squirmed on the floor. Eventually a tech brought an antiquated ECT machine and shocked the young girl. We all went to our rooms, I began to pray constantly for peace and help. I was praying to God and my spiritual guide, Rev. Charlie Biggurs. I wrote notes in a notebook as I prayed. I had no concept of time. Once the lights were out I concentrated to sleep, no way! There was a girl walking the floors all night, dragging her slippers. If I rested it wasn’t more than 2 hours. Lack of rest, being CONFINED in this hospital and my mental state had me reeling down with no apparent help or concern.

Day 1. We arrive at UBH and we do the intake with a doctor and a couple of nurses and techs. I’m determined to have severe PTSD, and a level of suicidiology. This is important because during the trial it was important if I was Passive or Active in my level of suicidiology. I was put on a 15 minute watch, even though I presented that I felt like driving under the truck. It’s basically an introduction day, most of my introduction was by an African American female soldier. She was there from war trauma. I was given a room adjacent to the community room and nurses station. It was a big situation to get my proper medicine. I couldn’t imagine what they would give me for my raging anxiety. I rested in my room after my wife left. As the night went on there were some people walking the halls and coming to the nurses station. My sleep was intermittent, trying to get used to my surroundings. I began to read the bible and pray to God. I didn’t know what was wrong, in hindsight this would be my best night at UBH.

Blog Owner’s Note:  This lengthy and thoughtful review was posted on my site as a comment to another post.  I am reposting it here in its entirety, exactly as it was written.  I will say that my experience there was very much like his/her’s.  Thanks to BC for taking the time to make this contribution to the blog!  

I have waited a couple months to write this review on UBH Denton to keep my anonymity. I attended this facility VOLUNTARILY for my issues with PTSD as I heard it was a great facility…Boy I was wrong.


My Background: I am a career military veteran with 15 years of service 6 Combat Deployments, very stable, great conduct, no criminal background, no suicide attempts, no harm to others, and no history of violence, drug, or alcohol issues. I was told UBH Denton was a great place to go and allowed freedom in a secure setting. I was also told when I went it was only going to be for my PTSD. The UBH staff picked me up from the airport and acted so nice as I pulled up to a building with one door (Should have realized something was wrong there). However when I arrived I realized I made a TERRIBLE mistake.

From minute one during entry my bags were taken from me, I was locked in a room, forced to fill out stacks of papers, and basically strip searched by the staff like a prisoner. All of my possessions were taken to include cell phones, watches, and even lighters and tobacco. At this point I surrendered my freedom unwillingly to this facility and was deceived to the true purpose of its operation. This was lock, stock, and barrels a “meat packing plant of mental health” in a profit driven scheme.

As I explained I had a business to run and I would lose thousands a month without my electronic devices all I heard was…That’s tough its hospital policy due to HIPPA (Even though all the staff had their phones on them at all times). I was treated like a prisoner at this point being processed and forced to open my mouth, take off my shoes, and put on a wristband…Again even though my background made me ABSOLUTELY NO THREAT. The nurse blew me off like I was a crazy person and gave me no respect whatsoever.

I was escorted back to a 2000 SQFT common area with 10 rooms in the back that was my so called “Home” for 30 days (I will cover this later). At this point I was forced to do a drug screening and strip naked to get my skin checked for so called marks. If you did not feel like a prisoner before you certainly did now as all illusion of freedom was lost. My meds I have been taken for years were confiscated even though they were prescription (As they do this with everyone) and replaced by Generic drugs (That caused serious health issues with me that were ignored).

As I progressed in the program I did an intake form and I was told I had to attend a Drug/Alcohol program in conjunction with my PTSD treatment due to a Drinking binge (For 3 months) three years ago (I am sober and in control now and 3 years before I went). I refused to do the Drug/Alcohol program for a week or so till I was threatened with treatment failure for not attending (EVEN THOUGH I WAS ONLY THERE FOR PTSD AND HAD NO PAST PROBLEMS WITH ADDICTION!).

So for the 4 weeks I was basically FORCED to conduct the Drug/Alcohol program against my will with fear of program failure. Fuck you to all the addiction counselors for forcing me to do so as the time spent in your worthless class could have helped me for my PTSD TREATMENT…YOU KNOW THE REASON I WAS REALLY THERE (Not for your job security and to put money in your pocket)?

The Daily activities were regimented like prison as now I found out…The military sends everyone to this facility they deem “Mental Cases” and this facility was never a “PTSD specific” ward as I was told by the Military Leason Mr. Michael (Yea fuck you too for lying you piece of shit). I shared my so called “PTSD Specific clinic” with Drug Dealers, criminals, Gang Bangers, Suicidal Patients, Scum of the army “Troublemakers”, and Drug addicts. I only saw 1 or 2 people voluntarily come there so be advised most people are “FORCED” to attend and have very bad attitudes…And it rubs off on everyone stunting your treatment progress. You can’t shave on your own and even need to be observed shaving by the staff regardless of your history.

Your life for 30 days gravitates in a 3000 SQ-FT area shared by 15-20 folks. Every door except for your room is a locked door; you have an open bathroom (With no door), prison mirror, flat broke beds, and no privacy whatsoever. You can’t wear shoes with laces (Or anything with ropes), can’t even go outside to smoke on your own. You are regimented to a smoke break every 1 ½ HRS where you go to an enclosed fenced in 30X30 FT courtyard, only get 2 cigarettes or 1 cigar, and this is all you see of the “Outside” for 30 days. The furniture is bulky, uncomfortable, and is your run of the mill office chairs with little to no padding.

1 TV is shared by the group and you can’t even watch it from 0900-1500 DAILY as you do class EVERY DAY MON-SUN. Again cell phone and computer use is NOT PERMITTED due to HIPPA (Bullshit as all the staff had theirs) and this cost me about 1200 dollars financially because of the Ward Directors unwillingness to even listen to my problem. You have a dial phone at the desk in the open (No privacy) and are limited to 15MIN a day.

Your Travel options are simple and again this is all you do in a 30 day period:

1)Line up and take roll count, wait to go through a locked door, turn right 20 feet and turn left, Go through another locked door, turn right and walk 20 feet…you arrive at the chow hall…Eat…and Line up and take roll count to go back the way you came. This is your chow hall trip 3X times a day. And the chow hall is horrible. Food is terrible, we were refused seconds in multiple occasions, and the facility was trashed in a bad state of disrepair.

2)Line up and take roll count, wait to go through a locked door, turn right 20 feet and turn left, Go through another locked door, turn right and walk 40 feet….You arrive at the gym…and go back the way you came. This is your gym trip. The gym or lack of it was in horrible state of repair. Basketballs and other items were messed up, lights broken, and no weights are provided.

3)Line up and take roll count, wait to go through a locked door, stand on a 30X30 pad and smoke your two cigarettes…OH BTW you got 10 MIN and you Line up and take roll count, wait to go through a locked door back to the 2000SF prison.

4)Line up and take roll count, wait for meds with one person giving them out (20 min wait)
These four options are the only traveling you will ever do in this facility so don’t let the military leason tell you any differently. No matter what you are there for, or what your record is you will be treated the same as any of the other inmates there. Voluntary or not you will comply with the rules of this facility.

As for the small issues you should know about that make your life a living hell here:
1) Lights out is strictly enforced at 10:30PM (Even if you can’t sleep you’re going to your room)
2) No Ecigs allowed or electronics at any time
3) Can’t use a computer even for looking at bank statements
4) Caffeinated Coffee is CUTOFF at 12:23PM and even DECAF is pulled at 6PM
5) The “gym” has absolutely no free-weights, or even resistance bands…don’t be fooled.
6) Chow hall food is Military grade at best and the kitchen staff is horrible
7) All bank cards / IDs / EXC are confiscated and you must ask for access to your own property
8) Shower items are signed out and the front desk and must be returned after use (Seriously)
9) Staff feel you are a burden for asking for any of the above items and treat you so BTW
10) 15MIN checks are done all night long in rooms and nurses open doors with bright lights
11) Every door is a locked door and you need permission from the staff to do ANYTHING

12) WANT TO COVER THIS AS IT IS IMPORTANT: Doctors give a “Canned” and rehearsed experience (Especially the counselors and the Chaplin) just like they are reading off a script. Many times when I talked to Chaplin “John” he specifically repeated stuff back to me I did not even say. You can tell the counselors are fake as they give the same speeches in a repetitive fashion.

Final thoughts: I wanted everyone to know the real truth about the Military Freedom Care Program at UBH and what to really expect if they volunteered to go for PTSD. Eighty Five percent of the people that do attend this program are command referred due to being Drug Dealers, criminals, Gang Bangers, Suicidal Patients, Scum of the army “Troublemakers”, and Drug addicts so if you’re looking on focused PTSD treatment you will NOT get it here. Your trapped in a room with 15 miserable people with their own shitty problems and excuses and find it very hard to focus on your own issues.

DO NOT GO TO UBH DENTON for VOLUNTARY PTSD treatment…you will be treated like a criminal and you will waste 30 days of your time. Hope this guide deters anyone from attending this monstrosity of a madhouse psychiatric ward. You are 1800$ a day plain and simple and they care less who enters the doors as long as the cash keeps coming. GO TO AUSTIN PTSD CLINIC OR ANYWHERE ELSE BUT HERE…Trust me.

God bless and hope this helped,

I got a text message the other day from someone who asked me if I had given up on my blog, and why no one was posting anything on it anymore.  No, I haven’t given up on my blog.  Yes, I’m still here. Yes I’m still helping people who contact me at   But, I have been quiet.  And I’ll explain the two reasons for that.

The biggest reason is to give the legal system time to handle all the lawsuits filed against this facility.  Click here to see a list of those.  As of this writing several of the lawsuits are still open and winding their way through the slow and arduous process of discovery, taking depositions, etc.  I’m surprised I haven’t already been subpoenaed for those, but, then again I seriously doubt that the lawyers for the hospital want what I know, saw and heard in the formal record.  In any case, I did not want to post anything on this blog that could have any bearing on the outcomes of those cases.

The other reason is I have slowly and steadily recovered from my ordeal and I’ve tried to put it behind me.  Life has moved on in very pleasant directions, and I find that dwelling on the past isn’t helpful to me.  But, I fought too long and too hard to keep this blog to abandon it.  I still keep an eye on it and I read all the comments that people post.

I still care and want to see justice done, but sadly it’s just not going to be because the parent company of the hospital has more money than God.   Universal Health Services is a Fortune 500 company.  In 2014 they did over $8.5 billion in revenue, grossing about a half a billion in net profit.  So all these legal bills, all the court costs, etc?  Those are nothing but budget dust for them!

If they gave each of the victims with lawsuits pending $1 million, that would represent .8% of their 2014 profits.  Now $4 million sounds like a lot until you put it in dollars that us regular folks can relate to.  Suppose you made $100,000 a year and had to pay out lawsuit verdicts that represented .8% of your income.  That would be a whopping $800.   You really wouldn’t notice that amount after it’s all said and done.

However, the wrongful death cases probably won’t yield $1 million apiece.   The plaintiffs will be lucky to get $500,000 apiece is my best guess.  But, we’ll never know what these suits yield for the grieving families because they will all ultimately settle out of court, allowing all the horrid things that happened to be sealed up in a nondisclosure agreement never to be discussed again.

Where Are They Now?

The mastermind behind UBH cashed in his chips years ago and made a killing.   Yes, Dr. Richard Kresch has started another mega-venture — US HealthVest and he’s opening up more hospitals around the country.   Other than an unpleasant legal bill or two, it seems I didn’t really make much of a difference in his behavior.  Oh well.

A cursory look on LinkedIn shows that there’s lots of new faces on the UBH leadership team.  It is my sincerest wish that they can and will fix the problems that I and others encountered.  Meanwhile the CEO who was running UBH has been hired by none other than US HealthVest.  Go figure!

Can’t find much online about Dr. Atique Khan.  Physician ranking sites continue to show pretty poor patient satisfaction ratings, which doesn’t surprise me.

So, that’s about all the news I have for now.  I’ll of course post when there is more.

Here’s a summary to date of all the legal action against UBH/Mayhill that we can find.  We’ve included links so that you can see the cases that interest you.  They are listed with the most recently filed one first.  If you have a case that you’d like us to include in this list, please e-mail us at

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Note:  We have only included lawsuits alleging civil injury or malpractice.


My first post on this blog was over 3 years ago, and since that time I have heard so many stories and talked to so many people that nothing–absolutely nothing–surprises me anymore.   Many of the things I have heard are not on this site, because the people who shared them either did not want to be embarrassed by having been at UBH, or, their lawyers wanted the story kept under wraps due to pending litigation.

Tonight I watched the most recent news story from Byron Harris at    It made me sad and I want to just simply extend my condolences to Ms. Kristen Colston, the widow interviewed in that story.   I am so sorry for her loss, and, for her children who now grow up without a father thanks to whatever happened inside the walls of UBH.

I am also so sorry for Mr. Jurazek, who it sounds like was seriously injured in there as well.  After hearing his story, and the story of Mr. Colston, I feel quite fortunate to be a survivor of my experience at UBH.  I am reminded how lucky I am to have come out of that experience in one piece.   I am also reminded how much stigma is still attached to being in a “psychiatric hospital” and how hard it is for so many people to share their experiences.

There is a national news reporter who wants to talk to people who have been patients there, or, who worked there.  Please e-mail me at with your contact information so I can pass it on to this reporter.  Until we get some serious light shining on this subject, it’s probably not going to get any better.