My Journal
What a day! Checked in at 1:00 and processed at 3:00. Next step is the questions, why so many questions. Telling your traumatic experiences to a stone-faced woman waiting for her shift to end. Now a strip search and off to search my bag.
No CD player or wire bound journal someone may hurt themselves. Losing it, I’m screaming fuck you over and over till my lungs hurt.
No room was available, I had to stay in the criminal ward. It was late when taken over to building, nothing looked different. The next morning was a surprise, one shower for the entire group with no shower curtain, and bathroom stalls with no locks. Talk about privacy.
Under suicide watch the first week, someone had to bring my meals. The same meal the entire week. I’m not allowed to close my door, it’s a prison, not a Mental Hospital to help people move forward or past an episode.
I checked in for ECT, not meetings, making friends, or being fucked with. The stories of ECT treatments going bad….everyone had something to add. One woman had 40 treatments, she was lying or very sick.
Planning to stay three weeks I brought 10 books to pass the time. I stayed in my room for three days waiting for an EKG. This is how extra money is made, it was a week before my first ECT treatment. A week wasted.
Melinda
to be continued……..
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not a nice place to stay….
when I was inside the last time, a month or so ago, it was OK…because the staff and other inmates were OK too.
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I stay at another place attached to a hospital, it’s very nice and professional. I wish I’d of known you were struggling so much. Did you get the meds levels yet? I go to Psych tomorrow and hopefully try another drug that will get one leg out of hell. Being treatment resistant is a bitch. :)
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Are still working on the meds, but ok at the moment.
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:)
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