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- Jun 26, 2022
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Hey there
First, I know a lot of others have already experienced this, but I thought I would share my encounter. Second, for those who did experience a visit from the authorities, I'm so sorry you had to go through that.
I'm from the US.
Like others, police came at 1am. Woke my husband and me up. They said the FBI contacted them regarding a "suicide kit" I purchased from Canada (I chuckled at the word "kit." Throw in some benzos and meto into the package and then I'd call it a kit). I told them it wasn't a suicide kit and it was for curing meats; a type of salt. They asked if I had it still and my dumbass said yes and of course I had to go get it. Then they started questioning whether I have any mental health history and once I said yes, the cop made up his mind to send me to the hospital. At that point, I stopped lying.
Had to take a fucking ambulance ($$$) to the hospital where I spent 11 hours sitting on a bed, in the hallway of the ER, because there weren't any rooms available. I had to have a fucking "sitter" that had to watch my every move. I couldn't even use the bathroom by myself or have a gown that had strings to tie.
Side note: Sitting in the hallway by the nurses station and listening to them talk shit about mental health patients made me lose a lot of respect for health care workers
Anyway, finally spoke to a social worker for my psych eval and by the grace of god I was able to talk my way out of being admitted to the hospital.
After being awake for 28+ hours and not eating, I went home, showered, ate some cereal and went to sleep. Only be woken up again by the police banging on the door!! It was like deja vu. They wanted to ask more questions about IC. Luckily I already knew everything going on with IC and could be "forthcoming" with info. So funny though, I knew more about the investigation than they did. Fucking idiots. And don't get me started on the lack of knowledge the paramedics had. Cops also asked why I wasn't committed…assholes.
Been suffering in silence so had to tell my husband about everything. He was understanding at least. But this all fucked me up in a way I have not yet felt before. I had never been hospitalized before. And even though I wasn't actually admitted, it was still a bit traumatic. And now I no longer have an out.
To everyone, I wish you find peace and I wish you luck in whatever you do
First, I know a lot of others have already experienced this, but I thought I would share my encounter. Second, for those who did experience a visit from the authorities, I'm so sorry you had to go through that.
I'm from the US.
Like others, police came at 1am. Woke my husband and me up. They said the FBI contacted them regarding a "suicide kit" I purchased from Canada (I chuckled at the word "kit." Throw in some benzos and meto into the package and then I'd call it a kit). I told them it wasn't a suicide kit and it was for curing meats; a type of salt. They asked if I had it still and my dumbass said yes and of course I had to go get it. Then they started questioning whether I have any mental health history and once I said yes, the cop made up his mind to send me to the hospital. At that point, I stopped lying.
Had to take a fucking ambulance ($$$) to the hospital where I spent 11 hours sitting on a bed, in the hallway of the ER, because there weren't any rooms available. I had to have a fucking "sitter" that had to watch my every move. I couldn't even use the bathroom by myself or have a gown that had strings to tie.
Side note: Sitting in the hallway by the nurses station and listening to them talk shit about mental health patients made me lose a lot of respect for health care workers
Anyway, finally spoke to a social worker for my psych eval and by the grace of god I was able to talk my way out of being admitted to the hospital.
After being awake for 28+ hours and not eating, I went home, showered, ate some cereal and went to sleep. Only be woken up again by the police banging on the door!! It was like deja vu. They wanted to ask more questions about IC. Luckily I already knew everything going on with IC and could be "forthcoming" with info. So funny though, I knew more about the investigation than they did. Fucking idiots. And don't get me started on the lack of knowledge the paramedics had. Cops also asked why I wasn't committed…assholes.
Been suffering in silence so had to tell my husband about everything. He was understanding at least. But this all fucked me up in a way I have not yet felt before. I had never been hospitalized before. And even though I wasn't actually admitted, it was still a bit traumatic. And now I no longer have an out.
To everyone, I wish you find peace and I wish you luck in whatever you do