I’ve been in and out of the hole and out of my mind! I’m trying to have a sense of humor about it, but it’s really not funny. I just got 150 days in DTU (Mental Health Hole). I’ve been a little stressed out, but I’m doing a little better. I get a little peace of mind locked in this cell by myself. The C.O.s and inmates can’t bother me and I have my tablet, so the music helps a lot.
I also made friends with another inmate. “Derek” is 27, a little slow and has severe mental help problems. Everyone treated him bad because he was acting crazy. He doesn’t have any electronics and can’t read or write. When he snaps (even I have never seen this happen before), he rips out desks bolted to the floor, beats the door, and tears light fixtures clean out. He usually does this when he quits taking his meds, which is often. He’s three cells away from me and in another program. The kid just wanted someone to listen to him and he’s not that crazy (just a little bit). I got him to take his meds for three weeks now and told him how pleasurable he is to talk to on his meds. I told him that with meds he’s normal, a human being, even if others still treat him like an animal.