This is all very, very true.

(I was committed...more than twice. I don't talk about it much, for obvious reasons.)

I realized a lot of things about my "treatment" once I was an adult. I had consented -- I was a Good Girl, and I was terrified of the state loony bin they kept threatening me with -- but it was very poor, and aimed at proving that I was the problem and not my insane and abusive parents.