I know with all my attempted suicides at home, the police & ambulances seemed like they were continually at my home. Pdoc called them several times, psychologist other times & others, my husband (I suspect). I honestly don't have much memory of the experiences with the OD's, I was so completely out of it, I don't remember.....which also meant that I was in no physical condition to resist anything either. Usually ended up in the medical hospital before being admitted into the psych part of the hospital. Our local Sheriff department were the ones that showed up at our house with the ambulance because that's just how they work together. Many years later, had an encounter with the local sheriff department.....my car had been non-functional for a year & we were getting it back up to functioning, but drove it to the mall.....ended up not having the current tags on it so they ended up towing it......think the sheriff there was one that must have come to my house one time because for some reason he recognized me from somewhere.......no where I could remember, so that's the only thing I could think of.

I had a different experience with the sheriff however, after a guy who I'm sure was psychotic, followed me for 40 miles on the California freeway, all the way to the off ramp I needed to take to get home.....& then he followed us to the guard company my husband was then working at after loosing his engineering job. They had actually sent a couple of the guards to help us in the parking lot where we sat in my car while this guy paces all around the parking lot. He resisted their telling him to leave the private property of the guard company.....it took a huge guard to finally take him down with mace & even then he totally fought them. Because they had used the mace, the sheriff & an ambulance had to be called. The guy had a record....he had just gotten out of jail the day before......claimed that the he was the cause of the Viet Nam War......I was glad that they actually took him to the psych care part of the prison system rather than throwing him into jail without trying to get more help for him.....& the police actually treated him well.

Ah, with all the suicide attempts I had, & all the 3 day holds they put on me over all those years, I'm not sure how long they stay on your record. My days of needing my clearance for working on high security military projects were over when my firmware engineering career was over, so it really doesn't matter to me if it has any kind of effect in that area anyway.....but I'm sure it would......I never had anything above a secret clearance anyway...never needed the top secret that some projects required. I know that the 3 day holds (5150's think they called it in California) keep you from being able to purchase guns for so many years (maybe 3-5 years).....but that has long since passed......as my last 5150 was somewhere back in the late 1990's.

I think my worse experience with the police has absolutely nothing to do with any mental illness.....but it had to do with the trauma that I went through regarding the home care person who manipulated her way into caring for my mother who was dying of cancer......that happened when I first came to PC.

I caught a whole bunch of things being done around the house, but the worse when when I caught her on the phone giving out my mother's ID information as her own.....when I fought the phone away from her & was walking to the back room with it, I only grasped it was someone from a credit card company before the phone went dead.....to later find the phone chord was cut. The rest of that day, I spent trying to find qualified care to take over the care of my mother & scheduled them to come the next morning before I had to take my mother to her Dr's appointment. They couldn't come that day & told me to try to make the best of dealing with the person until they could come & take over. The next morning, the home care person had been there then had to leave......I had been sitting on the floor next to my mother's hospital bed, going through a list of all the strange & horrible things that had been happening & actually called & talked to the police about that was happening....but they said that unless the checks that were written were actually cashed, there was nothing they could do. I then got a phone call claiming to be a social worker with the same Cariabbean accent the home care person had, wanting to talk with my mother....overheard what was said & it was something about family trying to control & not to let them.....I finished off the call by asking for the person's name & phone number because I wanted to verify who they really were. A few minutes later came a knock at the door. I looked out & there were police standing at the door. I was really confused because I knew I hadn't given them the address where I called from that morning & they had said there was nothing they could do anyway. I opened the door, they came in & the home care person followed in behind them. Having no idea why they were there, they got really rude & wouldn't even tell me why they were there but commented that I should know & then asked where my mother was & insisted on talking to her. It was the first day she had even had the hospital bed in her room because she had told the hospital she didn't want it if she had to pay for it when she was discharged from the hospital but had not remembered telling them that when we wondered why they hadn't delivered the hospital bed with everything else (just went to more to prove that I knew my mother had a stroke a few weeks earlier when they found the blood clots in her legs....but that's another long story that they refused to check out).....there was some sort of claim that I had locked my mother in her room & not allowed her to have a phone......yea, the home care person had totally pulled apart the phone the previous day when it died, trying to prove that it was the phone that was broken rather than that the chord had been cut that I found. I had never encountered such rude police in my whole life.....they wouldn't let me say anything or even express to them all the horrible things that had been happening around the house that the home care person I was sure was doing. It wasn't until my mother's trust lawyer came to the door to take care of the final issues that needed taken care of that the police finally backed down & were willing to listen to what I had to say.....came to find out that someone (I'm sure it was the home care person) had called & claimed that I was abusing my mother.

After the police finally left, it was matter of getting my mother ready for her Dr's appointment....one that I had made because it hadn't made any sense to me that her Dr. claimed that she was ok & the cancer wasn't a problem but after releasing her from the hospital never said anything about a follow-up appointment. The home care person was dealing with my mother's diarrhea & my mom complained to me that she had given her a handfull of pills to take & one had fallen.....my mother expected me to find it & give it to her....but with the mess in the room, there was no way of finding one tiny little pill......just after that, my mom went into the shakes, I couldn't get her to stop even giving her hot water to drink & sitting her wrapped up on top of the heater in the house.......a verbal fight broke out when I commented that I wanted my mother's BF & the home care person (who were friends/neighbors) to leave the house when we were having a new care person come in to talk to us......in all the confusion, the home care person called 911, the paramedics & the police showed up again. The paramedic checked out my mom & wasn't going to bother taking her to the ER.....I said I wanted my mom out of the house, knowing it was the only way I could possibly get anything back under some sort of control. As the paramedics were taking my mother to the ambulance, the police commented to me about something about abuse & I said the only abuse was what the home care person was doing & then ended up just leaving. It was a total nightmare part of my life....came back to my mother's home later & found the missing pill....the home care person had given her a hand full of morphine....not the diarrhea meds...it made sense because I asked the ER Dr what might have caused my mother to react that way & she said, an overdose of sleeping pills.

Sadly, it turned out that there was not enough absolute proof on any of what happened to nail the home care person with the abuse she did. Assumptions are that she was trying to get it to look like I was doing the abuse to get me out of the way so she could get my mother to sign over her house to her. The home care person tried to get me to allow her to continue caring for my mother when she went to the hospital...instead, the hospital suggested I put my mother in there under an alias which confused everyone especially my mother whose cognitive abilities were lacking because I'm sure she had a stroke a few weeks earlier her Dr's refused to DX.

The experience with the police during this situation was scary....I had always had this internal fear of being accused of something I never did & no one willing to listen to the truth when it was really happening. Exactly what happened because everyone surrounding the situation said....things like this just don't happen to someone who isn't rich & famous. When I finally filed a report with a police a few days later after filing one with Adult Protective Services, they were very helpful....completely the opposite of the ones who had come out to the house on the abuse call in the first place.......sadly, as I said, there wasn't enough evidence to nail the home care person on any of what happened.......The worse part.....the PTSD that followed from that has haunted me every since. I ended up in the medical hospital a few weeks after all that & at the time my mother died due to the anorexia that the stress caused......but they just couldn't grasp that it came from a trauma that they couldn't even believe could happen in the first place. Glad that horrible trauma is in the past....unfortunately, the resulting PTSD hangs around & starts hitting the worst when the smell of fall hits the air....until the end of January when my mother finally died from the cancer that her oncologist assured her that he had completely removed in the surgery......there was so much that was wrong with my mother's situation....& unfortunately it started with her denial in the first place that anything was wrong & her inability to accept the truth of her situation in the end.....the hell she put me through because of her inability to deal with her life is something I promised myself I will NEVER DO TO MY DAUGHTER.

It's not all about the police, but without the rest of the situation, it wouldn't make quite as much sense.....sorry for the length.