To my surprise at the time, I was treated as a lunatic, a 17 year old coming into an emergency ward asking for something stronger than aspirin. The Southside of Chicago was plenty dangerous at the time in the late 1950s. There were 'Negroes' at 2AM (Sunday by then) with knife and bullet wounds.
I was given nothing and told to come back on Tuesday morning and see a shrink. I did.
That is how I met Carl Rogers, one of the great American psychologists -- developer of of non-directive therapy and one of the founders of humanistic psychology. During our 50 minutes we had a wonderful discussion and became friends. I saw him one other time socially and then in the early 1980s when he was on a visit to Stockholm and we were co-panelists. Wonderful man and several great conversations.
The UC Emergency ward probably thought they were punishing me by sending me to a shrink. Do it again, anytime folks.