I don't know this forum's policy on thread revival after a few months, but I want to ask what any of you who read this previously or will read through it now after my post think of this;
My mother went onto my computer and this thread was still up the monday after thanksgiving, during which time I had been hospitalized under my own volition for 4 days, though had I refused I would have been committed against my will.
What occurred was, the day before thanksgiving I had an argument with my mom and she told my case worker at LVACT that I was threatening suicide, even though that never happened. I was sent to the emergency behavorial health unit and evaluated. I was asked if I had thoughts of suicide.
"Yes, but only to excape from the constant physical pains I experience as well as the personal attacks from my mother.
"Do you have a plan?"
"Well...if I was going to do anything, I'd take a bunch of xanax. But, the lethal does is so high it isn't feasible. It's 331 mg per kilo of body mass on the low end."
For me, that calculation would have resulted in 15,226 2 mg xanax. That many pils would exceed the volume of my stomach. It would also cost over $300,000, and the high end dose is nearly seven times greater. I thought that, by saying such a thing, it would mean I knew xanax was essentially non toxic in relation to other benzos and a low end lethal dose wouldn't fit in my stomach, meaning I had no plans to hurt myself. To me, saying that was equivalent to "If I was going to do anything, I'd ride a space shuttle into orbit and jump out with no protection."
"Well, it sounds like you're rationalizing your ideations pretty well."
"What? No! I'm prescribed xanax for anxiety, and I was pretty curious as to what the lethal dose was, only because I didn't want to overdose in a state of panic. I saw someone else had asked that question online and I decided to research and answer it, for them and myself."
"Right. You were simply answering a question online. Do you mind waiting for a few minutes?"
The evaluating doctor proceeded to tell my mom that I looked up ways to kill myself ALL THE TIME.
I'm hospitalized and sit in Gnaden Huetten until the following tuesday, when I decide to fill out a 72 hour release. My mom had found this website, on this very thread, the previous night. I tell her I'll most likely be leaving the hospital the coming friday to put a new battery in my car, pack my things, and head to New Hampshire.
Wednesday morning, while bringing me extra clothes, she tells the doctor in charge of my psychiatric care that she doesn't feel safe with me coming home because she thinks I'll kill the animals, wait for her to come home, and kill her with a knife. All while I'm blacked out. Stuff she allegedly read on this thread. She proceeds to tell the same story to everyone who knows I'm in the hospital. My choices are, on the coming friday, to either go to the nearest homeless shelter or wait until my dad can come get me and bring me up to NH to live with him on the following monday. My dad, who has an ear infection so severe he's been running a fever of 102 for a week.
This extension of my hospital stay in an abusive environment caused a very high amount of stress and anxiety, contributing to what I now know is PTSD, and prolonged my wait for actual medical treatment that would reveal I have fibromyalgia (body pains, migraines, insomnia) and a paralyzed stomach. (inability to eat large meals, nausea whenever something is put into my stomach, and symptoms of IBS).
Her actions directly caused me personal harm, as well as financial harm, and she used my property to do it. That's legally defined as trespassing regarding chattel, a third degree felony. Her continued efforts to prevent me from getting the remainder of my things by not cooperating with me to procure them and instead coming up with solutions only suiting her is legally defined as conversion, the unlawful withholding of personal property, which is a misdemeanor. However, she moved the majority of my things into her basement, which is known to flood. If my belongings are damaged by flooding after she put them into the basement, that again is trespassing because she already knew her basement floods and she placed my stuff there anyway.
After I told her about conversion she quickly came up with a mutually amiable solution for me to get my things back. However, she refused to apologize for preventing my medical care, saying, "Don't threaten me. I'm not getting into trouble for this". All I actually want is an apology. But, should I tell the authorities what happened, they're obligated to charge her with the crimes she's committed, and she has no evidence against what I've said, other than the story she fabricated which would understandably alarm anyone. I, however, have emails she's written to other people as were forwarded to my dad, as well as this thread, which contains the words I actually wrote. I also have the diagnoses given to me by medical professionals in the state of New Hampshire.
The thing is, she made no attempts to contact my father in the first place. My aunt did after mom sent her one of those fabricated emails. My mother had no intention of letting me out of the hospital. And, I actually could have died of malnutrition had the consistent diagnosis of Shizoaffective disorder with somatic pain/physically manifested depression remained, because of my gastroparesis. I probably would've been told by a professional that I had anorexia due to my lack of interest in eating (it hurts to put things into my stomach, and when it passes through my GI tract it causes stabbing muscle cramps). My intestines are also affected, so when I do eat, I hardly absorb any nutrients from my food.
I was in a psychiatric hospital for 12 days being treated for conditions I don't have, all while my diabetes was horribly maintained by the staff at hand. I was called noncompliant for not wanting to eat, and I was chastised for asking the medical doctor to actually treat my symptoms. My decreased cognitive ability due to insomnia made me misspeak and wrought hell on my short term memory, and when I tried to correct mistakes I had made I'd be told the orders already went through and I'd have to deal with it.
Do you guys think I have a case if my demand isn't met?
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