Posted by lawrence S. on April 20, 2003, at 2:39:47
I spent the night in the Racine co. jail. because I took off for a week for cataract sugery. My employer took me off the regular payroll, but when I went back to work they didn't put me on again like they should have. Result: No paycheck and no child support was sent to my ex with automatic payroll deduction. They hauled my ass off to jail. I told them I have severe panic disorder,deppresion, and need my medication given to me in jail or I my mind will crumble.
About 8hours behind bars a duputy guard is put in the hall with the cells. This was the conversation that took place. "lawrence your a fag right"
My reply: no I am not a fag.
Yes you are.
Then a few minutes later He said I'm gonna come in there and fuck you in the ass (snickering and laughing of deputys in the background.)
I ask: "canI use the phone?
No
I lay bckdown cover myself upwith avery stiff and scratchy blanket.
lawrence.
What?
don'tyou want to use the phone?
Yes.I stand back up by the jail door/gate
You can't use until 6:00 (5 hours away)
Lawrence.
What? do youlike ananl sex?
No I don't
Lawrence, It says here you have panic attacks.
Yes, I do.
I know a cure for panic attacks
What?
Put a plastic bag over your head and tie it around your neck. (more laughter)
lawrence.
What.
Have you ever been to the pod?
No.
whats' the pod
That were they like to fuck boyslike you.
lawrence,
What,
are you ready to go to the pod?
My wife is on her way to bail me out
No she's not. She's fucking your neighbor and sucking his cock.
Can I have my medication?
No, you just had it.
Lawrence
What
I'm looking up information on the computer
Your going to be here 75 days not 30
Lawrence
what
are you ready to go to the pod now.
No
I'll give you a jar of vaseline
If you tell them youv'e got AIDS they will leave you alone.
This conversation went on for hours. I finally stuffed toilet paper in my ears pressed my hand aginst my ears and wrapped a quilt around my head.
The noise in the cell directly across from me helped drown him out. There was a black man in the cell absolutely naked pounding on the plexiglass covering over the bars screamming, "Let me out of here I'm suicidal, I'll kill myself" This man shouted and kicked so loudly that it made my ears ring. I felt so sorry for him.I now have severe derealization. I feel affaid that the cops want to take me away. I'm affraid to drive. When I see a police car I get shaky and my heart races. When I go in public I feel like people are staring at me because I'm a bad guy or look like a bad guy to them. I get these feelings like I'm going to do something violent to a complete stranger. Is this PTSD? I also can't concentrate. I don't know how I'm going to work. I don't want to go on AP's I would rather die. In fact I think about suicide much more now.
Please If you can give me some advice. Thanks
Sorry about the language but I am barely able to write much les find a substitute for the profanity
poster:lawrence S.
thread:220801
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