I've
had such an intense feeling of anger and sadness that has come over me
in the last day or so . I keep thinking about where I was three years
ago at this time , and how I felt and what I went through, and what was
done to me , and I wonder - Why have I never really given up ?
In
December of 2003, I was taken to the psych E.D. at St. Mary's to be
evaluated. I was kept overnight and then transferred to Rochester
General Hospital where they had a bed , so that I could be admitted .
But I still had to go through the RGH emergency department first.
When
I got to the E.D. at Rochester General , the nurse immediately demanded
that I give up my underwear . I protested , because I had my period at
the time .She didn't care. But it was also the idea of being in a
public place and feeling exposed like that .As a survivor of physical
and sexual abuse , the thought of it made me feel unsafe . But she kept
insisting that I turn over my underpants , and said that it was
"policy". I kept refusing , because it was so important to me to keep
them on . I had already been through the metal detector , but she said
I could have something hidden in them . She could've just looked. I
offered to show her there was nothing .I thought she would give up ,
because there was really no good reason for it.
Instead she brought
several large male security guards into the room to threaten me.I
refused, and just sat on the bed shaking my head , no . There was no
way I was giving them up . I sat there and did not move . The nurse
decided to use force to get them from me. When she signaled the
security guards to move , I had nowhere to go.I was still sitting on
the bed and tried to move back , but the wall was behind me.
They
lunged at me shouting , "Stop resisting! Stop resisting!" When they
grabbed me , they first slammed my head into the wall behind me . I saw
stars . I was not resisting , but they kept shouting. They shoved my
face down into the mattress , and one of them kneeled on the side of my
face and neck while the others were twisting my wrists so severely that
I expected them to break at any moment .I could not breathe . My lungs
burned , and my head pounded . I could hear the bones in my neck
crunching under his knee . I was thinking - ' I don't want to die like
this.' The nurse used this time to pull up my gown and cut off my
underpants .
When she was done , they didn't let me go right away .
When they got up , and I could finally breathe , they stuck a towel
over my face and held it there . They were afraid that I might spit at
them . I have never spit on anyone in my life , and I was too busy
crying and trying to get air back into my lungs. They all went out of
the room when the nurse told them to lock me inside . They did . As if
I had just attacked them . As if I were a threat to their safety . As if I were a criminal .
I
layed there and cried . My face and neck and arms and wrists hurt so
badly. There was blood behind one of my ears , because he had been
kneeling on my earrings that were still in my ears. I didn't want them
to kill me , but I did want to die. I didn't want to think that this is
what I'd have to deal with for my entire life . I hope it was worth to
all of them . I know they did not go home thinking that they did
anything wrong . They were angry with me .
The nurse came back later
to check my blood glucose level. I refused , which is my legal right.I
told her to leave me alone. I couldn't even stand to be in the same
room with her. She decided to go get her buddies , the security guards
to threaten me.The guys walked into the room and had a conversation
with each other about how much I was enjoying all of this.They already
had their gloves on .
So , I'm thinking about this now and asking
myself if I should've just given the underpants to the nurse . But I
couldn't . I just couldn't . Did I make myself a victim here ?
Maybe.
I'd like to think this wouldn't happen to me now . But I think now , they would have to kill me.
Tuesday, December 5, 2006
Stuck in the past again ...
Posted by The Memory Artist at 7:40 PM
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1 comments:
My god. You are a beautiful writer, I have tears in my eyes and it takes a lot for me to cry.
You deserved better from those people, even if you were begging them to abuse you, which you weren't. Gah. What they did was horrible.
Tell your story, you have talent, the world will listen.
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