Six years ago...

Six years ago on this very day, the police brought me to the hospital. I had been in emergency housing since the day before, and was not doing well. Off of the meds, I could not sleep anymore. I didn't have any money, actually I had a dollar and some change. The dollar ended up being eaten by the soda machine at the emergency housing motel, and all the change I had was used to call Dr. K from the pay phone. I called him several times the night before; I thought that calling Dr. K wast he right thing to do, that maybe, somehow, he'd save me. I had a can of soup and a can of tuna, but no can opener. I had nothing with me but the clothes on my back and crutches. I became thirsty and punctured a hole in the soup can somehow and took some sips from it. I don't know what time it was, but I called the police from the payphone as they were my only option left since I had no change left. I told them that I had no food or drink and I needed help. They said something to me that I do not remember, and left me. I ended up calling them again and the second time they came, I explained to them that I had Dissociative Identity Disorder and I needed to see my therapist. This apparently rang a bell, and they put me in the back of the police car (no handcuffs) and took me to the precinct. There they had to switch drivers and I was afraid because I had felt comfortable with the first one. Two cops escorted me for the three hour trip to the hospital. I was terrified of getting in the elevator with them, as they were armed. Being off of meds, I was very paranoid. The only person I trusted at that time in my life was Dr. K. He had always been on my side. He had found emergency housing for me when I told him I could not go back to the room I was renting.

Because he was the only person I felt I could trust, I felt emotionally connected to Dr. K, as if he were my family. To make a long story short, after my time in the hospital, I was brought to a community residence (CR), otherwise known to many as a group home. I was deeply upset when I found out the court order they had placed upon me would prevent me from seeing Dr. K.

Eventually the court order was completed and I was able to go back to Dr. K. I may have knocked Dr. K in the earlier posts of this blog, and though sometimes it seems like our therapy does not go below the surface value of things, he had helped me during one of the hardest times in my life.