So, again, continuing where I left off with the last post: So, now it’s Day #7, a Monday, the start of the week. Like I mentioned in the last post, I said what I needed to say, and I wasn’t going to continue to repeat myself or stress. So even though I was being held against my will, I decided I was going to take a carefree approach. They would have to let me go eventually, it wasn’t like I was sentenced by a judge; although, I do think they kept me there much longer than necessary. I didn’t have to worry about work or school. I was being fed three meals a day, and the food was good. I had few responsibilities, so I spent the majority of my time resting, exercising, reading, or writing. I was actually starting to get used to the place. I wasn’t making as much of an effort to go out of my way to talk, and I even started taking less notes.
I met with the medical team earlier than usual that day, and those meetings continued to be quick and brief. I was asked about my weekend, and about talking to my sister. I wasn’t even going to mention the lawyer anymore, but since the nurse noted this, I was asked about my lawyer, and then told that the lawyer can speak with the legal department and that I could get the number to the legal department from the staff members; I didn’t even want to ask for the number. I was then asked if I was still hearing people say things. I figured this might be a trick question. So, to make sure my statement wasn’t twisted, I asked if the question was in reference to the harassment. The doctor says, “yes, the hazing.” I calmly explained the type of harassment I was experiencing. During one of the meetings I mentioned how the source of the harassment is child abuse, and how even though I didn’t authorize communication between my family and the hospital, it’s obvious to me that people have been talking with my family. I said that I wanted to leave as soon as possible, so that I could continue with school, and go outside, to the gym, and on the Internet. I also mentioned that during the one-to-one’s, I was being asked if I’m hearing or seeing things, and I was consistently answering “no.” I was also being asked if I wanted to take the prescribed medication, and I was consistently answering “no.” I also clarified that I wasn’t hearing mysterious voices, definitely people behind those voices, and if I voice recorded the verbal harassment, I could easily demonstrate; I also mentioned the voice recordings I already posted to the blog that would demonstrate the harassment. The doctors then mention that they were working on an outpatient treatment plan for me… uh, sure, whatever.
I think this carefree attitude was initially being taken as being weak, because the bullying continued somewhat, but I didn’t let it bother me. Then patients were leaving, and I was still there, and I think they were trying to annoy me with this, but I didn’t care. I talked to my sister a couple of times, and from then on our conversations were either about clothes, or food, and other random things. I also participated in a group activity and got another signature. I was reading a novel that I was really enjoying; one of the Richard Delancey novels. Like I already mentioned, I was getting really used to the place and comfortable; and I was no longer one of the new patients. That day I got a new roommate, and this roommate was cool; he was definitely putting on an act though. There was another new patient admitted that day, and that patient was putting on an act. It was entertaining after a while. I even missed the PM community meeting that night because I was napping. I woke up, filled out a menu for the next day, and went back to bed.
To be continued…