The First Time I Got Into The System was when I was eighteen years old, around 2003-4, in may. I left my college prelaw class because I had terrible menstrual cramps. Icalled my grandparents.  They Drove me to the hospital Emergency Room and I told Them I had Terrible Abdominal Pain, but...they committed me against my will.  They put me in a neon green scrubs and put me into a kind of 24-hour surveillance cell room with a window.  I kept asking for my textbooks for prelaw so I could study.  I really had no idea that I was going to be driven in a police care at 2am-5am to a mental hospital very far from home, and thinkinng, "This morning I was in a business Law Class..." I was too confused.  It's hard to explain arriving there at the age of eighteen.  I still have no idea Why They though I was dangerous or crazy.  But my grandpa was crying like a baby, and I kind of got used to my loved ones Crying and weeping while they held my hand, whether they were visiting me or when I was being put back into the hospital.  Once you get out, there's nothing there for you.....unless you have money.  Crazy people, once comitted once, cannot legally ever work at a job again. We cannot marry. We cannot legally have children...
it's against the government laws.  Which I think is absurd, but that's because I am a victim of the system.  I wanted to know WHY?  Why Had they committed me without talking to me?  Was it my pixie cut?  Was it a government cover-up?  I don't think the good people will ever know.  But I can and will, testify of many many experiences I had in those places.
 Amen!