Well a long time ago I was actually diagnosed with bipolar, they called it manic depression then, it was around 1989. Any ways I was drinking, no drugs, but was getting rowdy and got in a argument with my girlfriend at her apartment, she demanded I leave and I should have left but really was getting in to the moment and excitement of the argument. I guess I was a little to loud and I might have smashed a few things and she called the police. She told them I was a manic depressant and I was out of control. That's all they needed! I was hand cuffed and they took me directly to the hospital ED where I was evaluated by two doctors and admitted against my will! I raised such a commotion over that the whole time because I was so angry about what was happening to me. The held me down and gave me a shot that knocked my out! I woke up in a room with this skimpy gown with no back and naked under it. I felt so humiliated and that just agitated me even more! I refused to cooperate or talk to any one and might have spit in some of their faces. I was released the next day lol.