When people ask me about, I say that I don’t really remember.
And yes, that is partly true.
A lot of it is blurred
Because of the intensity of the trauma.
But there are some things I remember,
Things I wish I could forget.
I remember people always walking behind me,
Making sure I wouldn’t run.
I remember being forced to strip naked,
So that they could analyze every scar,
And check to see that I didn’t have anything that could give me more.
I remember everyone’s eyes.
They were all different colors and shapes
Yet somehow all looked the same.
I remember the lines,
The ladders,
Up and down everyone’s wrists
And thighs.
I remember them pushing the needle into my arm,
And how good it felt.
I remember not sleeping,
Or eating
Or breathing.
I remember the lies I told,
Because I knew what they wanted me to say.
Feeling
Anger
Terror
Sadness
Or nothing at all.
Most of all I remember not having control.
Most of all I remember how trapped I was.
I remember all of this in the form of nightmares.
I remember this in flashbacks.
I remember this with every trigger.
I remember this with every day.
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“I remember the lines,
the ladders,
up and down everyone’s wrists and thighs”
..this is very good and strong writing. I can see, from it, a version of the people you saw. And about their eyes, how you describe. The dazed recalibrating look everyone must have shared. In whatever state they could manage to comprehend, what this sudden shift in loss of personal freedom and agency does to one… How can anyone really, truly understand unless they’ve been there?..to a psyche ward. I’m sorry you had to experience it. I’m glad you’re sharing about it. Thank you
Thanks for sharing. It’s an awful place. I think when I got out I was worse off then before especially because in order to survive and ….just get free… you have to lie and do the dance, say all the things. It took some time to heal that one, but it made me who I am today. May you find some peace in that.
I’ve been to a mental institution, and I was almost confined again but I talked my way out of it.
The first time I was fine, I was just dropped off my dosage of meds abruptly and had a panic attack.
The second time I couldn’t fathom it.
I knew that I would never want to go back.