Royal Ottawa Mental Health Centre

The Royal Ottawa Mental Health Centre (also known as Royal Ottawa Hospital, Royal Hospital or ROH) is a 207-bed mental health facility located in Ottawa, Canada which began operation in 1961. It acts as a teaching hospital for the University of Ottawa.

The in-patient portion of the hospital is composed of 9 units: Geriatrics (North and South), Schizophrenia, Mood and Anxiety, Substance Use and Concurrent Disorders. Intensive Assessment, Youth, Forensic Assessment and Forensic Rehabilitation. Treating clients in and out of the community. The ROHCG conforms to new age psychiatry practices, using both new methods of establishing staff-client relationships and discarding those that have become obsolete.

Hospitals in Ottawa
  • Ottawa Hospital
  • CHEO
  • Montfort
  • Queensway-Carleton
  • Royal Ottawa
  • National Defence
  • Heart Institute

Coordinates: 45°23′19″N 75°43′47″W / 45.38856°N 75.72966°W / 45.38856; -75.72966

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