In England there was a British military decision to withdraw access to full medical care…This was at a juncture when I had discovered that my entire medical intervention for psychotropic medications was to try and hide and prevent evidence being given about the serious and sustained domestic violence I had suffered.
This latterly was discovered to be a UK government policy, that has led to the murders of almost quarter of a million child victims and vulnerable adults… This was on a limiting liability cost basis. An argument that fell apart when the money was actually syphoned to local governance who were disposing of the children and adults.
I was only aware at that time that this affected my family, it turns out it affected tens of thousands of others…
So in a socialist city of the United Kingdom, whilst suffering expected but serious effects of detoxing from psychotropic drugs, this including irregular heart patterns and muscles spasms that caused freezing of the facial muscles, drooling and inability to walk easily… The treatment for the detox is recorded in the USA as a low dose of a medical barbituates to counteract the effects of the detox process physcially….
Instead the hospital took me to a cellar room near a waiting area. In this room was a sink a countertop and a gurney… No chair nothing…A nurse was placed outside the room on the chair so that I was stopped from leaving. The first hour I tried to leave and private security were called and I was returned to the room. The first few hours passed and then a military doctor arrived and asked if was prepared to accept being transferred to a secure mental health facility. I refused as this had meant historically enforced medicating including injectables within the jurisdiction of the County. That refusal caused a withdrawal of food and water and being held in the room. After the first 12 hours I was visited by another army medic, I again refused to go to a secure hospital. The removal of the food and water continued…at approximately 24 hours I had a seizure, its difficult to describe this other than it feels the same as when you have had a anaesthetic and as you come round the inability to move your limbs face etc in those moments as you come around…
One of the nurses was laughing and I was left on the floor. Eventually a medic arrived under supervision of the military medic and I remember him explaining to me that he was told by the military that it was nothing and that I had to agree to committal to a secure hospital… I clearly remember that I was trying to be light hearted about the situation but communicate the basic facts that I did not want to accept committal within the county.
I was then left again it was difficult to tell day from night as it was in the basement with windows that were dark coated. I tried to sleep on the gurney but the hunger and lack of water was impossible to ignore…. So I noticed the nurse left and given there was no bathroom I snuck out and hod in the bathroom in the corridor, I drank water from under the tap and made ablutions, then I tried to find the way out of the hospital… as I made it to the grounds I was approached by a nurse, she took me to a bench in the dark of the night and we talked. She was really great and explained that she was going to have to call security if I did not chose to go back and that this would again lead to me being arrested if I left. Her honesty and compassion touched me and as we walked back to the hospital together I explained that I was in a room without any water or cups… She walked to her ward on the way to the basement and came back with a cup of water and said ‘keep the cup’…
I went back to the room and a nurse was again posted to the door. I hid the cup in my jacket pocket. I was held in that room for 72 hours in total and every bathroom visit I had a cup so I could drink some water with some dignity. The army medics arrived every 12 hours. Eventually as we reached 72 hours I negotiated with the army medic that I would agree to a secure hospital outside of home counties. The deal done I was driven to London.
Here I rested and after assessment I was not forcibly drugged and sent back to Hampshire to a secure unit. Again no forcible drugging and after two weeks I was released.
The physical risks I faced during those 72 hours and that moment of a nurse taking the time talking to me and bringing me a cup of water that meant that for dignity and ease I could drink… It is at these lowest moments in life that we see the realities of humanity in some people. I will never forget that nurse and her kindness…