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Nearly four weeks ago, I was doing a holy offering for God Almighty. So to say, it was "Me casa es usted casa" (My home is your home), symbolizing all creatures great and small, all types and forms are God's creations...His children, and we are all sinners, in desperate need of His mercy, grace, forgiveness and love for examples. I prepared with great care and Guidance my home as an offering and my husband in the PM, acted like he respected and actually admired it. The following am, while I was working on this computer I am now typing on, he came in with 8-10 men, ER and fireman. They reported they needed to interview me. I was polite and gracious, though asked to be excused briefly to put on a pair of pants or a skirt. I was denied the opportunity to do so in my own home. I had had on what I slept in, a long top. Many of them were on their cordless phones and walkie talkies, while two asked me question after question. I politely told them that as I had in only 12/99 recalled my brother, Richard, sexually molesting me from l to about 5 yrs. of age, that it was traumatizing me to have them all in the living room, so close to me all at once, so may I please hear the questions all at once and then write down the answers in another room. Again, denied. A long story short, they traumatized me to the hilt and denied me even the Constitution of the United States, let alone any patient rights. They told me I was being involuntarily hospitalized in a psych. hospital, they told me not which one, and took me without water or my purse, let alone any skirt or pants. The ride in the ambulance, I explained what I had been doing the night before, that my husband had been abusing me emotionally and psychologically and that I told him I was thinking of staying in a hotel for a while to think things through, with a request to hubby to prayer to Father God for forgiveness and direction, as his had turned quite bad the month or so beforehand. Before the hospital arrival, I with the riders all prayed together. They said they would go the bathroom and then tell those in charge that it was my husband who needed evaluating and set me free. They forgot. Waiting hours, I then saw others who did not respond to me with any bedside manner. Then, in constant prayer, an MD, Mary, heard me out and also prayed with me, on our tip toes, literally, at the end. She, too, said she would correct the problem and talk with those in charge, and visit me in the next unit I would be in as we liked one another. She forgot. Realizing I had been forgotten or betrayed, I stayed, of course, in prayer. While there on Third Floor, Neuropsyc., I was denied basic care down to even having water on a regular basis. Forget any therapy for being so victimized, it was not forthcoming. As I tried desperately to help them understand my situation, they recorded that I was talking incessantly, showing poor boundaries, and psychotic features due to excessive religiosity. They diagnosed me with BiPolar Disorder with Psychotic Features due to symptom descriptions just mentioned. The person doing the diagnosis was the top boss, MD, and he virtually little to no observation of me in the client community. Most staff, often all staff, were not there either. Typically they could be found behind the counter uttering to one another of trivial matters. I heard them often and documented my first 2 and one half weeks there for legal proceedings should I decide to file a suit. The reason I would do this is that others would not have to go through what I went through, ie., being in Isolation without water, portapottie, blanket, pillow for 5 hours, not 30 minutes as told by staff. I was put in Isolation for now good reason, merely a misperception on their part, manhandled by 8 or so men again, with 2 women watching, one pulled my pants down, and injected my close to my rectum with Haldol, an antipsychotic medicine. Tell me I didn't feel raped. I, in fact, asked one man injuring my right wrist, to lighten up a bit as I could use some brotherly care. Did he? No. Nor did he lighten up on any of the take down process as did not any of them, despite me saying I was not a threat to myself or anyone else. During the take down, I, also, infact, told the ordering top boss MD, that a case of malpractice occurred a few nights previously, when a female MD, told me if I didn't take all 4 sleeping pills (an overdose), I couldn't have any other of my meds, illegal!!! I went med.less for chronic insomnia that night, and then they discontinued them all, and put me on those for the diagnosis I told you of earlier. This all happened prior to being put in Isolation Lock Up as I described.

In closing, I want to say that every day and night there, Heaven ruled over the hell there.
I kept my faith and my active prayer life fully alive and prayers were answered left and right, and miracles were abundant. For example, chronic physical pain was healed in one member. Too many to list, please trust that they did, and that God Almighty is Awesome, Forgiving, and Loving and all positive qualities to the utmost degree.

`Heaven Over Hell Saga Re: Illegal Incarceration`

`-by Maggie Pearl`