Apr 2018
I still remember the day i stepped of the bus they call it a sweat box. "I do not really understand why it is called that but i was freezing all i had on was a t-shirt and some track suit bottoms. no shoes socks or coat they took them for evidence.
I was greeted with 4 dogs and 7 officers I really did not want to enter those doors to this hell hole and i can tell that and i have not even been inside yet. I started shouting and screaming then they pulled their radio out and pressed a button and within seconds their was more offices than i could count...
They dragged me to the floor then took me to a room. Then sent me to the induction wing. I remember that feeling there was people everywhere smoking drinking coffee, laughing, shouting and many just sitting on their own. I thought to my self no way i really wanna go home I am guessing this is when it hit home there was no chance of that so I picked my kit bag up, ran out of my cell ran down to the metal air lock. I kicked pulled and punched to try and get it to open.
By this stage everyone was watching laughing i was hysterical. the kangas (officers) were running down the landing. They grabbed then they restrained me again.I thought to my self you are not doing to well are you? "today is not my day". They marched me to the critical assessment unit to assess my mental state. I sat there in silence I swore I was not taking to anyone. Plus the voices lead me to believe. That they were going to sell my brain to the government.
The next couple of days i as nursed in my cell due to the decline in my mental state.
then they took me back to house unit 3 then locked my door i remember laying there thinking whats next do **** my self to which the voices would agree? man up and deal with it. can it get any-worse surly not....
the next day wednesday 20th i got up looked around my cell and they unlocked my door i had just boiled the kettle when three lads walked into my cell.
One grabbed my arm, the other my neck ..with my one arm that was free, I leaned forward bearly breathing and threw the kettle over the lad that was holding my left arm then the lads ran off again..
I did not think much about... Its 11:30 an lunch time i went down to the que suddenly, I felt a stabbing pain in my back I put my hand on it n i was bleeding then the same pain again this took my breath away then I became weak started to feel light headed.......
i am terribly sorry readers, but this its David's mother he passed away.... he suffered three stab wounds all penetrating organs of which they could not help him with as the damage was to just to great
I was greeted with 4 dogs and 7 officers I really did not want to enter those doors to this hell hole and i can tell that and i have not even been inside yet. I started shouting and screaming then they pulled their radio out and pressed a button and within seconds their was more offices than i could count...
They dragged me to the floor then took me to a room. Then sent me to the induction wing. I remember that feeling there was people everywhere smoking drinking coffee, laughing, shouting and many just sitting on their own. I thought to my self no way i really wanna go home I am guessing this is when it hit home there was no chance of that so I picked my kit bag up, ran out of my cell ran down to the metal air lock. I kicked pulled and punched to try and get it to open.
By this stage everyone was watching laughing i was hysterical. the kangas (officers) were running down the landing. They grabbed then they restrained me again.I thought to my self you are not doing to well are you? "today is not my day". They marched me to the critical assessment unit to assess my mental state. I sat there in silence I swore I was not taking to anyone. Plus the voices lead me to believe. That they were going to sell my brain to the government.
The next couple of days i as nursed in my cell due to the decline in my mental state.
then they took me back to house unit 3 then locked my door i remember laying there thinking whats next do **** my self to which the voices would agree? man up and deal with it. can it get any-worse surly not....
the next day wednesday 20th i got up looked around my cell and they unlocked my door i had just boiled the kettle when three lads walked into my cell.
One grabbed my arm, the other my neck ..with my one arm that was free, I leaned forward bearly breathing and threw the kettle over the lad that was holding my left arm then the lads ran off again..
I did not think much about... Its 11:30 an lunch time i went down to the que suddenly, I felt a stabbing pain in my back I put my hand on it n i was bleeding then the same pain again this took my breath away then I became weak started to feel light headed.......
i am terribly sorry readers, but this its David's mother he passed away.... he suffered three stab wounds all penetrating organs of which they could not help him with as the damage was to just to great
