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Saturday May 17, 08
11:53 AM - Yeah..................
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As you may remember, a while back i had a run in with the police that ended with them locking me in a cell for no reason.
A few days ago i decided instead of revising i would neck a bottle of rum and bring out the stanley knife again.
I called the ambulance and sat outside my hall to wait.
They sent the police ahead of them.
I was so drunk and when i saw them the entire thing flashed before my eyes, The cell, them laughing at me, telling me to shut up when i was going out of my mind with fear, begging them to let me out so i wouldn't let them anywhere near me. I crawled into this bush to hide and screamed everytime they took a step towards me, i couldn't help it i was terrified they'd put me back in a cage. The ambulance came and i told them i trusted them and i'd do what they said but the police weren't getting anywhere near me. They explained i had to be searched just incase i still had a knife on me, for their safety and that so i let them. I dunno how but the police got hold of my phone. I got in the ambulance and one of the medic guys acted as liason-type thing between me and the police coz i got so scared whenever i even saw them. They asked if i wanted them to call anyone and i said no, i didn't want anyone to know about this. The ambulance had just started up and i got a phonecall off Jon, they'd searched my phone and he was the last person to call me but as if that wasn't bad enough they'd told him i called them threatening to slit my wrists! i mean what if that had been my dad or my sister?! everytime i think i've had the worst off these wankers they do somthing even sicker!
Jon was mostly just worried about me, i spent most of the rest of the night preparing myself for when he would break up with me the next day.
So, with 11 new stitches and a large amount of surgical staples (kind of like paper stitches they just stick over the cut for when they're not bad enough to need proper stitches) i was finally let out at 4am. It took me hours to walk home, i kept getting lost coz i couldn't consintrate on where i was going.
I gave up trying to sleep about 8 and just went online to wait for Jon to sign on, i was ready for it and i knew i deserved it after putting him through that the night before.
He came online after a few hours and we talked, he seemed genuinly suprised i'd thought he'd want to break up, he was saying how coz i'd already told him about my problems a long time ago he figured this would happen at some point. When he was thinking about us getting together he thought about this and whether he'd be able to handle it and decided he could so it wasn't a problem. I was fucking amazed, still am.
Just had a shower, they say the plasters are waterproof but they pretty much just fell off as soon as water hit them. I'm not meant to get the stitches wet coz they might get infected, oh well i'm getting them out on tuesday.
I've fucked up my exams hardcore, i been to 2 out of 5 of them and walked out of both with nothing to show for it. My head's just not in it.
I'm just so tierd, so exhausted, everything that's happened this year and i havn't had time to deal with any of it, even just to sit down and let it sink in. I guess it's taking it's toll now.........
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i dont know how british uni works but (Score:1)
wow, lots of heavy stuff there
and i know you said your head isnt in it
and i know this may seem like the farthest thing from your mind right now
but might you not have the whole term not count?
just so you dont get bad grades
i know that may sound trivial right now
but it is something you might want to consider looking into about for your future
when my brother died very late in a term, UCLA let me drop the whole quarter
i dont know if your difficulties will allow for that
they should
as for the cops, thats messed up, however
hopefully you will stop having run ins with them
it can be done you know
its kind of sad to read you are still so messed up
of course i am one to talk

well, i have said too much already
i just get real emotional when i read stuff like you wrote
sounds like you really do not have anyone there for you
and i know how hard that can be
se repenti fort <gulfalco@yahoo.com> -- Saturday May 17 2008, @12:30PM (#302891)
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What A Day (Score:1)
I hope things get better for you, angel.
OrangeChicken -- Wednesday May 21 2008, @04:54AM (#303128)
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    Angelsoimportant (Score:1)
    Hey Angel,

    Thank you for sharing with us. I'm sorry you've been in a bad place recently and I hope you will be out of it soon.

    I'm really sorry you were treated so appallingly by your local police. That sucks big time. I don't know if you've ever read any of my blogs but if you have you may know that I am a Special in the Met (part time, voluntary Officer), but I also suffer from moderate manic depression, which sometimes causes me to have massive breakdowns in public. I have also been a self-harmer.

    It really annoys me when the police treat people badly when they are clearly experiencing distress. That is why I signed up, because I understand what it is like. We deal with lots of people with problems all the time, but unlike some of my colleagues, instead of pretending I am not like the people I am called to deal with, I recognise that I am exactly the same as them. It is arrogant behaviour to laugh at someone when life has dragged them down. Who will they call on when life does the same to them?

    For myself, I just hope that when I next have a major breakdown it will be my friends and family that get there first as I have no desire to be dealt with by some of the morons who work in the police force (even though I am one of them), or even some of the people who work in the NHS, as they aren't always that much better themselves.

    John sounds like a good guy. Don't be surprised that he wants to stick around - he sees you for who you are, a great, intelligent, beautiful person. I hope you see that too when you next look in the mirror.

    I hope you will learn to share more with your family and friends. I know from my own experience how hard it can be to let them share the burden, especially if you are difficult to deal with when you're in a low phase, but please try. They will experience less pain in the long term by being involved.

    If I hadn't started to share with my parents after years of trying not to I can honestly say to you, I would not be alive today, let alone working in full time employment and also working for the Police. I'm not cured by any stretch of the imagination, but I am in a better, more supportive environment and thanks to that, I can do whatever I want.

    Anyway, you might not care what I think, I don't know you and while my own experience has been, and still is, pretty dark at times, it is not yours. All I can say is that I do believe there is more in store for you than things being screwed up. Just hang in there - at some point the ride does get a heck of a lot better.

    I hope you wont mind, but I will pray for you.
    Kitty3780 -- Monday May 26 2008, @09:54AM (#303607)
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