So, again, continuing where I left off with the last post: So, after talking with the doctor, outside of the scheduled meeting, I wanted to be respectful and polite, but I also had to express my disapproval of the mishandled situation, and before I finished voicing my disapproval, I realized after the fact that I gave her my back; like it took me longer to voice my disapproval than it took me to stand up and walk way; bad timing I guess, but it was also similar to the way she gave me her back, after approaching me, when she led me to that table.
So, while I’m at it, writing this blog post, let me go on a tangent for a paragraph and write about the retaliation, and child abuse, I continue to experience. So, I took a lot of notes when I was in the psych ward, and I’m glad I did. So I decide to type up these notes to help me write the blog posts. Since these cyberstalkers are still cyberstalking, they are reading my notes, even before I type them, and aren’t too happy with my notes. So I’m in my room, in the middle of eating a blueberry pastry, and leadership knocks on my door for a room inspection. They tell me to stand outside, while they are in the room. They finish the room inspection and walk back into the hallway and tell me to clean this this and that, but other than that, everything else is good. Then I walk back into the room and finish eating my pastry, and then I taste the slightest hint of feces, and I’m like, “aww man.” It could just be my imagination, and lately I’ve been tasting all kinds of different things, but unless I actually see what I’m tasting, I can’t be too sure. Then I start recalling that before I walked back into my room, one of the guys said “got you” and the other oddly stuck his rear end out towards me, with one of his heels positioned upward. So I think it’s possible one of them put a finger in between their butt cheeks and touched my pastry. Or it could just be my imagination and them glass lighting me. Right after this, I was to go to the gym, and based off the reactions I was getting, I’d say I’m still unsure, but I wouldn’t be surprised because I can also link those actions to the content of my notes… child abuse… hazing.
Anyway, so after talking with the doctor, I call the legal department. There was no answer, I listened to the answering machine, left a voice message with my cell phone number and say that I’m being held against my will, and I still haven’t received any follow up from them. A day or two later, I called legal again, left another voice message with the phone number to the ward this time, and never received a call from them.
So, this is still Day #2. After calling legal, I go to the bookshelf to look for a dictionary. I didn’t see one so I ask one of the nurses if there was a dictionary available. This nurse was nice enough to take me to another part of the ward that had another bookcase with more books. I start to look for a dictionary, and she finds it before I do, and it was right in front of me. So what’s the significance of this? I could be overthinking this, but this wouldn’t be the first time this fallacy my father spreads is used to mess with me. So my father tells people that when I work with him and he tells me to go get a tool, that I can never find the tool he wants; exaggerating. He actually organizes his tools really well, but it’s actually kind of difficult to find tools sometimes. So he tells people this to bug me, to make me feel dumb, or whatever. And the significance of this didn’t strike me until now, as I’m typing this blog draft. However, even before I realized this, I already felt like these people were in communication with my father, and he was instructing them on what to do, what to say, how to say it, to get on my nerves. And this is also the reason I now think that the doctor told the one-to-one staff member to sit down with me and tell me “72 hours” and “that’s the law,” exhibiting the same behavior of my father. Initially I thought the staff member searched the internet on his own. And this is also the reason the doctor wanted to sit at the same table to talk with me, and was being spiteful. So, I’ll talk about this more later, and give more examples, but I do think my father was one of the instigators and knew well in advance that I was going to be deceitfully taken to the ER and falsely admitted to a psych ward.
So after getting a dictionary, I searched for words to best describe the situation that I’m in. I also gather words and phrases that I hear from others. The morning of Day #3, I start writing a statement, which is what I would use when speaking with lawyers or doctors, or whoever. Also, by the way, I learned that the pronunciation of some words are sometimes not matched with their syllables. Anyway, here’s that statement:
It’s obvious what’s going on here. There was a malicious intent to twist my statements regarding hazing to falsely admit me to a psychiatric hospital. I was admitted for “concerns,” which is not a medical condition, from my command, who doesn’t have that type of authority over me. I cooperated with spiteful incompetent leadership who deceitfully mislead me to the ER for suicide under the pretext of meeting with a counselor or chaplain. I continued to cooperate. I spoke with doctors three separate times at the ER. I was told that the medical team upstairs still had to discuss my situation and that they may have some more questions, but that they may suggest to stay at the hospital. I said that might be a good idea, for my offenders, and if they have any more questions to let me know. After several minutes of waiting, a person showed up with a wheel chair to take me upstairs. I asked if had a choice and my teacher and the wheel chair person both said no. When I got upstairs, I signed some paperwork and agreed to being compelled to leave. I also agreed to meet with the doctors before leaving. I met with the doctors the following morning and was told a bunch of malarkey. At 1000 I asked for my belongings and to leave. Both requests were denied. My rights and responsibilities are both being violated. Therefore, as of 1000 November 4th, I am considering myself held against my will and under false imprisonment. I remain at peaceful protest.
Hospital staff and had me met with the customer service representative, since I wanted to file a formal grievance. The customer service representative gave me a survey to fill out, which has yet to be retrieved, and will probably ultimately be ignored. She also gave me the number to the legal department. Before leaving a voice message with legal, a doctor spoke with me, outside of the scheduled meeting and told me that I was being held for schizophrenia, which is a false diagnosis and medical malpractice. The overall behavior of the staff has been insincere and disrespectful. Their efforts are to derange. I remain at peaceful protest.
So while I’m drafting and reviewing this statement, one of the nurses walks up to me, greets me, and then talks about giving permission for the doctors to speak with my family. At this point, with the verbiage being used, I can tell these people are already and have been in communication with my family. Like I mentioned to them already, whether I approve communication with my family or not, they were going to, if they hadn’t already. I even told the nurse that even if I was on my deathbed, I wouldn’t want my family by my side. I’d prefer to die alone. So I continued to refuse to authorize communication.
So, we’re on Day #3 now, I eat breakfast, write, exercise, then I’m called to go speak with the doctors. I read my statement to them, and then soon after that they told me they were prescribing me medication for schizophrenia. I was speechless for a moment, and in disbelief, again! How in the heck can you seriously intentionally misdiagnose someone for schizophrenia and then seriously prescribe them medication? I tell them they have to be joking and I tell them they are being unprofessional. I told them, adamantly, that I was not going to take medication. I think they told me that I have the right to refuse treatment, and that was after I told the doctor that I have the right to refuse treatment, that being at the hospital is treatment and I don’t want to be there, going to the ER is treatment and I didn’t want to go to the ER. One reason I knew these doctors knew they were wrong is because some time during my stay, I think it was after that meeting but I’m not too sure, while I was in the lounge area, one of the doctors was talking to someone, and she indirectly said aloud to me “don’t talk.” These meetings got shorter and shorter. During this meeting they told me that I would meet with an independent psychiatrist, one that is not part of the ward, for a second opinion, or something like that, because I’m involuntary… whatever.
So about an hour after the meeting with doctors, this independent psychiatrist sits down with me. He tells me he was called upon as a third party evaluation. We talked about a bunch of stuff, repeated the same stuff. He seemed nice, and he was even taking my side on things, I guess to establish trust, but in hindsight, he was being kind of two-faced, and I don’t think this “second opinion” or “third party evaluation” is a formal procedure for involuntary status. He agreed with me that the way I was brought to the hospital was wrong. I mention my blog and he pronounces the name of my blog kind of oddly; he says “e-mem-a” instead of “em-em-a,” which is a play on “MMA.” So I kind of figured he might have already read my blog, or spoke with someone about how I was aware that the breaks in pronunciations of words doesn’t always follow the breaks in syllables of words, I guess to make me feel dumb; whatever. We briefly talk about the law, but it wasn’t enough to convince me that they had the legal authority to keep me there. Like I mentioned before, the damage was already done, it didn’t seem like they were going to mitigate the situation for their own good, and were going to continue with a groundless narrative. I even mentioned to the doctors that the longer they keep me there, the worse it’ll be for them, hoping they’d discharge me, but it didn’t work because I was unlawfully detained for about 200 hours. I had already decided that since they weren’t going to let me leave, the best thing for me to do was to do my best to get discharged as soon as possible, because they couldn’t detain me forever. He then hands me a sheet of paper and tells me it’s for me to keep; uh… obviously. Why would he say this more than once? Because he was trying to allude to the fact that when I went to small claims court to sue the private investigator, I made an evidence binder for the judge and told the judge to keep it, to review the evidence thoroughly; I ended up losing the case when I obviously should have won, and now people seem to think they can get away with breaking the law and treat me unjustly; case in point. The sheet had a list of five items… yes, five items, to get discharged. I read the list, and there was no requirement that I didn’t meet, so I said “so continue business as usual.” So, yeah, I said I wasn’t cooperating, because I didn’t want to be there and wanted to leave; so they said I was now involuntary. However, I actually was cooperating because I wanted to leave. Like I was participating in groups and following the rules, but I wasn’t going to take any prescribed medication and was going to continue peacefully protesting. Confusing… right?
To be continued…