Offered a smoke, I accepted. Later at home, I passed out. I remember the Paramedics painfully pinching my arms but I couldn't respond.
I was then transported by ambulance to the nearest Emergency Room.
While laying on the hospital cot, I vaguely recall, an unfamiliar friend of Mom's reporting "she's watching the butterflies" as she held my hand at the bedside.
"No, I'm not." I thought... "What butterflies?"... and out I went again. It was later concluded that the marijuana was laced with PCP.
Quietly we rode while I hugged my enormous new stuffed bear. It had long brown fur, a beautiful red bow and was, oh, so soft. It was the biggest one I'd ever seen and I was thrilled.
I asked where we were going but everyone just eyed each other in silence.
Uncle, Aunt and Mom proceeded to gingerly explain that everything was okay and the building was just a place I needed to stay in for a little while.
Panic set in.
I begged, I cried, I fought and I pulled as I sought a direction to run. But eventually, they got me inside.
The stay was a traumatic one. It was psychiatric hospital run by the state and was filled with all kinds of cases.
There were children that had committed murder; that had been severely abused; that had assaulted other folks with machetes; that had so overdosed on drugs that they lost their minds... dancing naked in circles...
And general mental illnesses such as Schizophrenia, Mania, and Depression.... just to name a few.
I couldn't understand why I was there. I was afraid and definitely didn't want to
That just got my stomach pumped.
I'd slip past staff through a barely opened door.
That just got me, after a nice long chase, bloody knees, leather restraints, cursed and tossed in a small cement room alone.
testimony by: Hallie Agar