"Once the officers arrived, the patient continued to refuse to comply with the nurses and officers’ demands." https://www.rawstory.com/...
I have been the one "NOT COMPLYING".
It simply was not possible.
I was in the mental ward of Memorial Hospital in Lake Charles, Louisiana. BAM!
I become aware. I am being carried away.
There is a 300-pound African-American man named William restraining my left arm. He has broken my wrist. I am screaming. Ernestine is controlling my right arm and Marcus has my feet locked.
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William lands a forearm to my left cheekbone. I laugh at him. I call him a "nigger", trying to provoke him in the ugliest way possible. I start laughing at him. "I know you didn't hit me." My cheekbone was throbbing in pain. He slams me down on a plastic bench and all three leave the room.
Not censoring myself here. I said it. I'm not ashamed of myself. I was mentally ill. I knew that staff dealing with mentally ill people are trained to brush off even the most vitriolic abuse. I was testing my reality.
I check my left wrist. Not broken. I rub my cheekbone. Doesn't hurt. I sit on the bench for a long while. I remember thinking, "I can think my way out of this like John Nash (A Beautiful Mind)". I get up. The door to the room is open and I return to my bed. For the rest of my stay, William and Ernestine treat me with the utmost respect.
The idea that anyone in my condition could be charged with a crime is OFFENSIVE. Houston Police Department needs to back off of Alan Pean.
This experience reminded me of this scene from "The President's Analyst". It's over the top but it comes very close to how I tested my reality in that room.