Thursday, July 28, 2011
It's been years now that this guy, Kent, has been stalking me. He shows up at the farm when I'm by myself and we get into these heated discussions which would unnerve anyone who isn't guru material. This last time was just out of this world. He already had one involuntary commitment under his belt when he showed up at my door a few months ago. And as always the conversation turned ugly with yelling and screaming until I got so fed up that I picked up the phone and told him I was going to dial 911 if he didn't leave me alone. That just got him more upset and he gave me a shove and started walking down the road in the freezing rain. I knew he had nowhere to go and if he didn't end up dead, he would probably be back to harass me further. By this time the police were on the line wanting information. I figured it would be a blessing for Kent if the police picked him up and saved him from him self. So I told the police where he was walking down the road.
Then a police car pulled into the yard and the police officer wanted to know what happened. I told him how Kent had threatened me and pushed me but I didn't want him to be arrested. I just felt he needed help. So the officer said he could pick him up on a 302 if the professional people involved thought that was the thing to do. Well I had been to a session with Kent and his psychiatrist and even at that time he attacked me and the psychiatrist had to stop him. So I called the psychiatrist and let him talk to the police officer. Then I called up the crisis worker, who also was aware of Kent's condition, and she issued the 302. That meant the police could pick him up and drive him to the nearest psych clinic for an evaluation. The crisis worked sent one of her staff to the hospital and I had to go myself to provide all the necessary information. Before the doctor saw Kent, he tried to leave twice and the crisis worker and hospital staff had to restrain him. Then he was brought to another psychiatric hospital by the sheriff and was under lock and key for three days. During that three days they issued a 303 on him to keep him an extra week. During that week he refused to take any medication so six big male nurses had to hold him down while the doctor gave him a shot. That seemed to change his religion and after another two weeks they let him go.
Needless to say he hates my guts now, but he can't be any meaner to me than what he has already been. God told me not to worry because He wouldn't let Kent torture me to death. So I'm going with that.