Bullied at the Pine Street Inn

October 28, 2014

26 days at a mental hospital changed nothing.  I spent the entire time being told I was paranoid, while staff and patients coughed in my face and laughed about it.  Not everyone there was bad, but it was a harrowing experience, the way it always is when I'm in the hospital; that's why I always have to think about it before I ask to be admitted to one.

I was discharged today, as soon as the medical director of the hospital realized that he would not be able to successfully portray me to the judge as being severely paranoid for thinking that people are coughing at me on purpose and for thinking that there are cameras in the bathrooms and other places in the hospital where people have a reasonable expectation of privacy.  The list of medications that he had petitioned the court to force me to take was extensive.

As soon as I got to the Pine Street Inn, a homeless guest was already coughing at me.  She's continued that for the last hour, with a few other guests chiming in.

I was stalked by vehicles that parked outside the hospital, while I was there.  I was stalked by vehicles, and a helicopter, on the way from the hospital to the shelter.  I was stalked by men with brooms and dustpans and trashpickers when I was near the Pine Street Inn, and now I'm being coughed at by someone who probably weighs two hundred pounds and who is thoroughly enjoying sexually harassing me and knowing there's nothing that I can do about it.

Copyright L. Kochman, October 28, 2014 @ 3:27 p.m./addition @ 3:29 p.m.