I was at the end of my rope honestly. In the middle of an epic panic attack I found myself bloody lying on the floor. I called my mom to dial 911 because I was certain I would need stitches. Unexpectedly my friendly local police man pink slipped me.
For those who don’t know, a pink slip is an absolute trip to the psych unit, do not pass go,’so not collect $200. So the final word was that I was going to spend my daughter’s birthday in a psychiatric unit.
At this point they invaded my privacy as much as possible. I was left to wearing no more than paper scrubs and them going through my bags and pockets and cateloging every nickel and pen.
After they cleaned me up they determined I did not need stitches after all. I was just dealing with PTSD and needed outpatient treatment.
After all that I am sitting in a waiting room at 3am waiting for a cab to take me home. I am tired and have been humiliated enough for one day. Today has been rough. I’m going home and going to bed