Well when i read some of the others experiences i cant help but feel like im not exception to the rule
I feel like that too.
I worry about going back to jail sometimes. It was pretty traumatic. I had no medication and was in a cell block that never went to sleep. They wouldnāt even help me when I started having klonopin withdrawal. All they would let me do is fill out a form for them to monitor me. I highly recommend not breaking the law. You wonāt win.
For some reason they made me see a nurse everyday but the nurse never did anything to help me.
Same here, then they finally put me in isolation when I said I felt suicidal. It was actually better, but 4 days alone didnāt help either. I have to remind myself everyday not to f up again. I still have my jail sentence order stuck to my bedroom mirror, just to remind me of hell on earth.
Yep, for one night after I got arrested during my psychotic episode. I got sectioned the following day.
I was in solitary confinement in jail for 5 months, then 1 month at a hospital for the criminally insane where they put me back on my meds after not giving them to me the whole first 5 months.
I kinda wondered over my Friday Mister Music Please! You seem to be off and not responding to my posts, What, memories of how you treated people? I remember that about a friend of mine shooting pool with us. He nearly ran me over and he became a total ass.
About 20 hours once when I was 28. I had missed a court date for a speeding ticket and they put out a warrant for my arrest. At the advice of a friend I turned myself in at the jail. He told me I didnāt want to be going about my life and get pulled over one day and hauled off to jail so I went to jail.
Most of the time I was in a holding cell by myself. If I pressed my head against the bars I could see a bunch of people in the cell next to mine. All of them had crazy eyes, Iām lucky I wasnāt put in with them. Later, they put me in a different holding cell with a few other people. The only person I remember was some guy about my age who told me he was accused of murdering four people because of a drug deal that went bad.
I was in an orange jumpsuit and someone warned me not to talk to anyone in a red jumpsuit, those were the murders and rapists and other violent criminals. This guy had a red jumpsuit and he told me the story of what the police thought he did. Being an idiot, I asked him if he did it. He looked at with insane eyes and grinned and said, āWhat do you think?ā He should have been locked up for life just for the look in his eyes.
Anyways, 20 hours of hard time and they let me out at midnight and I walked home and went to bed vowing that I would turn over a new leaf the next day and try to integrate back into society and do something with my life and rehabilitate myself and never re-offend.
I might as well have been to jail. Having schiz is a severe punishment like being in jail.
Thatās scary! Iām glad I never had to go to jail any of the times I lived in and visited California!
What did you do? If you dont mind me asking
It is called a Failure to Appear. Itās when you donāt show up at a court date. I had a speeding ticket!! They issued a warrant for my arrest but I was told the cops would never come to my studio to arrest me. But if I was ever out driving at anytime and the police pulled me over for anything they would run my name and info in a computer and see the warrant and take me directly to jail from wherever they caught me.
one time my last year in college I was drinking with my friends and we ran out of beer so we walked the couple blocks across the atheleteās dorms and were stopped by none other than my childhood playmate turned university police. she just checked our licenses and then she said, āall of you guys can goā¦you Michael, you are under arrestā. I couldnāt believe itā¦turns out my bank didnāt tell me when I was out of state working during the summer that I had overdrafted on a $5 dollar check. bogus check charge for $5ā¦!! I spent the night in jail and drew bail the next morningā¦had the sentence deferred with the D. A.
the other time it was new yearās eve and we were at a keg party in town and all the cops were at the door taking in anyone that stepped outside the doorā¦like fools me and my friends all went out to talk to themā¦they roughed up one dude in the station once we were behind barsā¦police brutality for sureā¦we got out on bail a few hours of dark left in the new year and we drove out on country roads drinking beer and rocking outā¦
when I was 17 I went crab fishing at Fishermanās wharf only to find all the crabs I was catching were crawling back into the ocean ā¦I saw buckets on the deck behind a fence so I climbed and jumped over the fence only to be neck deep in barb wire and cross tiesā¦by the time I got back over the fence the neighborhood workers were waiting for me suspected me as a burglarā¦when all I wanted was a bucket and after going to stay in the san francisco jail with a convulsing junkie on the floor at my feetā¦the female cops said oh he is a cutieā¦trying to make me feel real badā¦and I did feel badā¦my auntās rich boyfriend I was staying with at the time got the D.A. to drop all charges once he explained I was after a bucket.
What do you mean?
The last paragraph was a joke, I donāt know if people got that.
I got it. It was funny. I like your jokes! Keep āem up!
Well, thank you very much!
I spent a night in a county jail once in 2015 and I didnāt even do anything wrong. They charged me with ādriving under the influence of psychotropic medsā.
It was one of the worst nights of my life. Nowhere to sleep, toilet in public view, ice cold cell with no coat or blanket, no toilet paper, nothing to drink or eat, blaring TV all night long. It was pure hell.
Sorry you had to experience that. Makes my 15 days seem like a holiday.