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Originally Posted by ComfortablyNumb5
I landed my first IP when I was 18 because of my damn journal. My dad found it and showed it to pdocs and they said it was suicidal ideation and graphic. So my dad signed a petition. Wtf ever. When I got out, i tossed all my journals in the fireplace. Years of poetry and memories turned to ash. Not sure if I was sad or relieved. 12 years later, I’m still terrified to journal in fear I’ll get in trouble again. I try to start writing and I end up freaking out and destroying it.
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Same here I have no privacy every time I start to write my petitioner takes it, the wyandotte Michigan police believe in their system of petition and they believe in my mom the petitioner. I had a lock on the door the police ripped the handle off my door trespassing into my room. 2 Februarys ago. Just now getting out of bed from illegal meds that aren't far approved. Followed by six officers when I was just sitting in my bed putting me in handcuffs for getting out of bed and then saying I was not complying. All because the petitioner wanted the last words in argument she started me arguing with her the whole time behind my closed door I'm scared of her. Im scared of the system at large she goes in my room without a care, throws things around and runs around calling me and my children nasty.