when i was in an residential treatment program but on a level where i wasn't living on the campus my T went to the magistrate and had me committed involuntary on christmas eve 2012. the police showed up at my apartment but apparently i was asleep, so they left. they called my T and he told them to break the door down... obv they didn't but they came back and knocked and i answered. i was floridly psychotic and suicidal from the constant barrage of voices. they shackled my ankles and handcuffed me behind my back and took me to the ER. i had to wear a paper gown and someone sat outside the small room they put me in all day. they kept trying to make me eat but i didnt wanna. they also made me lay on this cot . when i stood up they yelled at me to lay down. eventually the doctor came and i dont even remember what she said, but then i was handcuffed again and led out of that hospital to a police car. my T was waiting outside the ER. i think i glared at him the worst look ever!!! then i was off to a psych ward for about a week. i was put on injectable anti-psychotics that last a month, because i was not med-compliant which is what led to my mental state.

after all that happened i was pretty mad. but then i felt glad. because he saved my life that day.