Got arrested

Me, with my amputated leg, nonfunctional arm and barely usable eye against 6 cops.

I almost succeeded too, but instead of in the morgue I'm now in the psych ward.

They said "Do you want to be admitted voluntarily or involuntarily?"

As it's slightly easier to be chucked into isolation/seclusion/separation/whatever if you're in involuntarily - you need to be in involuntarily in order to be chucked, but they're allowed to chuck you in first and only then ask the mayor if he'll section you - I went for voluntarily.

I presume you were provoked and merely vigorously defending your rights the only way you know how against an unjust and uncaring society? I applaud your strength of character in not succumbing to intolerable demands.

Wow. Part of me wants to recoil in horror and another part wants to applaud vigorously!

Only if you care to do so and have the energy/focus for it, I'd like to hear more of the story. But please - take care of yourself first.

Warning: this post is a mess, it doesn't really go from act to act or from early to late or whatever.

I was arrested during a suicide attempt - it's not actually illegal, the police are just allowed to stop you - and they pulled me back (literally).

They were fairly decent about it actually. The cops who came to ask me if I wanted any food and such while in the police cell were a lot nicer than even the nicest nurses who'd asked me that while in seclusion (I was chucked there for being suicidal, I wasn't violent to anyone but myself but they treated me like a leper while inside - while out on the real ward they were a bit nicer. As though you're sub-human once you're chucked in). And even when I "did something" with my shoelaces they were rather respectful and non-forceful. They didn't even really approach me, just stepped into the cell and said "we came to get the shoelaces".
Well, and when the cop riding in the back of the car with me started asking me about where I lived etc, I thought I'd make conversation and asked him the same question, which he didn't like much. But he put my headscarf back on (I have alopecia) when I asked him (I was still cuffed at that point)

I was still refusing to tell them my name at that point because I didn't want them to call my family and ruin their day. They did trick me into giving them my pdoc's phone number - they said "do you want to call someone" and I thought "well my pdoc can talk me out of here, he's not big on admitting me"
Regrettably my pdoc only has one female patient that has a leg amputation and a headscarf, so it was easier to figure it out.
And he did admit me.

They managed to give me an abrasion in my kneepit and the cuffs bruised my wrist. Hint. Around here, you don't get nice handcuffs like in the films - a cuff around each wrist and a chain in between. Here, you get ones with a hinge. So not even limited movement is possible. It sucks while in the car with your wrists crossed and tied behind your back.
And they pulled me up by my collar which choked me and made my vision blotched and dark-spot-ish. They cut off the circulation in my upper arms so my hands went numb.

But they were decent, you know? A bit physically careless maybe but they weren't TRYING to harm me or be disrespectful.
They didn't even make fun of me not wanting any food or drink - you EVER known a psych ward nurse to not make a comment about you being passive agressive, that you would eat eventually, or that it was childish?

A female officer searched me, she didn't even come close to touching my breasts and they didn't search my prosthesis leg at all (which I thought was kind of stupid because I was using its sock as a pocket for my keys). And after I'd "made improper use of" my right shoelace they let me keep the left one as long as it stayed in my shoe and the shoe stayed on my (prosthetic) foot. They were suicidewatching me on video (I hadn't noticed the camera initially) so they probably didn't feel the need but still, in a psych ward they would have taken them.

I was resisting when I still had a chance of succeeding/suiciding, but I was just yelling and trying to get away, not trying to hurt them. I (mostly) complied when that chance wasn't there anymore.
Mostly - well, if they put you down flat on the ground and tell you to stretch your arms.. You would've bent them, too.

And I didn't want to get up from the ground or walk to the car because I was tired and kind of sick of living - and if they were stopping me from dying I sure wasn't going to help them - so they kind of dragged/pulled/led me at first but when I nearly lost my footing (because of the prosthetic, basically I lose my balance if I'm not walking on my own two feet) and yelled at them to stop they actually did so.

Psych nurses would probably have assumed you were just being difficult and kept on walking/dragging.