One night I was visiting my parents. My mother and I were talking about me moving back home, due to my depression issues. If it is brought up in court, I have suicidal issues dating back to my teenage years. I also have signs of post traumatic stress according to my old therapist.
That night, my father was very upset because I wanted to move back home. My father pretty much stays to himself in the basement. Me moving home would mean that I would take up that space. I went downstairs to talk to my dad. He was using words like "your mother doesn't care if I die, none of you do". I noticed that he had taken a bag full of guns out of a cabinet and had it unzipped. Based on that information, I grabbed the guns and headed upstairs to call the police, fearing that my father was suicidal.
On my way up the stairs, my father was chasing me. I barricaded myself against the door to the top of the stairs because he wanted his guns. I feared that he would use the weapons on himself or his family. My mother and sister did not know what was going on. I was asking them to call the police. They refused. My mother feared embarrassment and my sister kept yelling "you don't live here." I managed to grab the phone and head out the front door while calling the police. I stayed on the phone with the 911 operator til the police got their. Once I was outside, I placed the guns on the driveway so that the officers would not feel threatened. I then asked the officer if I could get into his car because I was barefoot and the ground had cold or freezing rain. Once I was in his vehicle, I explained the situation to the officer. When I was done explaining, he went to talk to my family.
I have no idea what my family said to the officers, but they let my dad go free and they gave him his guns back. I could not understand how that could happen. What happened next was the officers surrounded the police vehicle that I was in. They asked me to get out so that they could cuff me. I thought they were kidding at first... I was the one who was trying to do the right thing by calling the police and getting the guns away from my dad. They said they were not kidding. They then drove me to some building where they put me in chains on a wooden bench. Still barefoot and cold and now in chains. I sat there alone for an unknown period of time, maybe 30minutes-1hour. I was then told they were taking me to Norfolk. My feet and hands where then chained together. I was driven to Norfolk.
On the way to Norfolk, I explained the situation to the officer driving. He said they only required 2 people to testify that I was suicidal to take me to Norfolk. He kept making me the issue, rather than my father who I believed to be suicidal. The two people that he believed were my mother and sister, who did not understand the circumstances. My sister is also legally incompetent, which I told the officer about.
When we arrived in Norfolk, they put me in a small room. There was the original officer who drove me there and another officer or guard present in the room. I told them that I "refuse all medical attention and that I was not signing anything". In came a nurse. I told her that I would sue her and have her subpoenaed if they didn't let me go. She got upset and told me that I could not have her subpoenaed. After debating with her, she left the room. The officers and I talked about my old security jobs and other small chat.
The nurse then returned with a large needle filled with an unknown substance. She said "are you going to behave"? She appeared to be retaliating for the debate we had earlier. She had other people come into the room who were witnesses to the event. I told them over and over in front of all those people "I refuse all medical treatment." I told them that I have high blood pressure and that giving me any drugs could cause blindness and/or death. I turned my head to the side because I didnt want to see the nurse sticking me with the needle. The Officer who drove me told the nurse to give me the shot and so she did without my concent. I didn't think that Officers had the legal right to force the administration of drugs to patients.
Shortly after they gave me the shot, I was escorted into a room with a bed. By then the drugs they gave me started to take effect. I was extremely drowsy, it was difficult to keep my eyes open and my vision was very blurry. A man came into my room and told me to sign some papers. I could not even read them and I told him that. He asked me if I was drunk and why I was having blurred vision. I told him that I had not been drinking, but that they gave me drugs without my permission. I signed the papers the best I could because I feared what they would do next and how long they would keep me a prisoner. He also asked me why I wanted to commit suicide. I asked him, why are all these people trying to convince me that I want commit suicide? I told him that I was not suicidal. I had to fall asleep and don't remember what else they did to me.
The rest of the time that I was there, I made phone calls to my mom asking her to tell the truth about what happened. She knew about my depression and figured that I could get some free help from Faith Regional. I tried to explain the seriousness of me being there over the phone to her. After talking to many people at Faith Regional, I have no idea what they concluded about me, but they did let me go. A short time after, I received a bill for nearly $3,000 for "so called care" that I did not want, need, and refused.
The result that I am looking for by taking these people to court is that justice will be shown. That this sort of abuse will not continue towards me or other people. That the people who acted unethically and unlawfully will be held accountable for their actions. I am sure that I am not the only person this has happened to and perhaps this needs to be a criminal case as well as a class action lawsuit. I am also suffering from flashbacks and nightmares daily because of what transpired months ago.
That night, my father was very upset because I wanted to move back home. My father pretty much stays to himself in the basement. Me moving home would mean that I would take up that space. I went downstairs to talk to my dad. He was using words like "your mother doesn't care if I die, none of you do". I noticed that he had taken a bag full of guns out of a cabinet and had it unzipped. Based on that information, I grabbed the guns and headed upstairs to call the police, fearing that my father was suicidal.
On my way up the stairs, my father was chasing me. I barricaded myself against the door to the top of the stairs because he wanted his guns. I feared that he would use the weapons on himself or his family. My mother and sister did not know what was going on. I was asking them to call the police. They refused. My mother feared embarrassment and my sister kept yelling "you don't live here." I managed to grab the phone and head out the front door while calling the police. I stayed on the phone with the 911 operator til the police got their. Once I was outside, I placed the guns on the driveway so that the officers would not feel threatened. I then asked the officer if I could get into his car because I was barefoot and the ground had cold or freezing rain. Once I was in his vehicle, I explained the situation to the officer. When I was done explaining, he went to talk to my family.
I have no idea what my family said to the officers, but they let my dad go free and they gave him his guns back. I could not understand how that could happen. What happened next was the officers surrounded the police vehicle that I was in. They asked me to get out so that they could cuff me. I thought they were kidding at first... I was the one who was trying to do the right thing by calling the police and getting the guns away from my dad. They said they were not kidding. They then drove me to some building where they put me in chains on a wooden bench. Still barefoot and cold and now in chains. I sat there alone for an unknown period of time, maybe 30minutes-1hour. I was then told they were taking me to Norfolk. My feet and hands where then chained together. I was driven to Norfolk.
On the way to Norfolk, I explained the situation to the officer driving. He said they only required 2 people to testify that I was suicidal to take me to Norfolk. He kept making me the issue, rather than my father who I believed to be suicidal. The two people that he believed were my mother and sister, who did not understand the circumstances. My sister is also legally incompetent, which I told the officer about.
When we arrived in Norfolk, they put me in a small room. There was the original officer who drove me there and another officer or guard present in the room. I told them that I "refuse all medical attention and that I was not signing anything". In came a nurse. I told her that I would sue her and have her subpoenaed if they didn't let me go. She got upset and told me that I could not have her subpoenaed. After debating with her, she left the room. The officers and I talked about my old security jobs and other small chat.
The nurse then returned with a large needle filled with an unknown substance. She said "are you going to behave"? She appeared to be retaliating for the debate we had earlier. She had other people come into the room who were witnesses to the event. I told them over and over in front of all those people "I refuse all medical treatment." I told them that I have high blood pressure and that giving me any drugs could cause blindness and/or death. I turned my head to the side because I didnt want to see the nurse sticking me with the needle. The Officer who drove me told the nurse to give me the shot and so she did without my concent. I didn't think that Officers had the legal right to force the administration of drugs to patients.
Shortly after they gave me the shot, I was escorted into a room with a bed. By then the drugs they gave me started to take effect. I was extremely drowsy, it was difficult to keep my eyes open and my vision was very blurry. A man came into my room and told me to sign some papers. I could not even read them and I told him that. He asked me if I was drunk and why I was having blurred vision. I told him that I had not been drinking, but that they gave me drugs without my permission. I signed the papers the best I could because I feared what they would do next and how long they would keep me a prisoner. He also asked me why I wanted to commit suicide. I asked him, why are all these people trying to convince me that I want commit suicide? I told him that I was not suicidal. I had to fall asleep and don't remember what else they did to me.
The rest of the time that I was there, I made phone calls to my mom asking her to tell the truth about what happened. She knew about my depression and figured that I could get some free help from Faith Regional. I tried to explain the seriousness of me being there over the phone to her. After talking to many people at Faith Regional, I have no idea what they concluded about me, but they did let me go. A short time after, I received a bill for nearly $3,000 for "so called care" that I did not want, need, and refused.
The result that I am looking for by taking these people to court is that justice will be shown. That this sort of abuse will not continue towards me or other people. That the people who acted unethically and unlawfully will be held accountable for their actions. I am sure that I am not the only person this has happened to and perhaps this needs to be a criminal case as well as a class action lawsuit. I am also suffering from flashbacks and nightmares daily because of what transpired months ago.
