It was cold, New Jersey in January isn’t supposed to be otherwise. And what am I doing? Well, I think I’m getting ready to go crazy again. My boyfriend Mike was going to take me to St. Lucia, but instead I opted for a one way ticket to hell and in this case hell was cold, as cold as New Jersey in Jan.

His face floated above me like a puffy bloated fish. I cannot move because I am in what is called a five point restraint. I have been in restraints for over three days I have lost count. The last thing I remember clearly was Dr. Rosenkrantz saying, “Let her walk on to the ward.” They did not. They put me in these G. D. .. end sheets so I cannot get up. I cannot feed myself, go to the bathroom or move. They, the attendants on the Psych Ward keep telling me I can get up when I’m ready, then they leave me again. I know that this is excessive tie-down. I know that basically they have broken the law, but it doesn’t matter because they hold the keys. I’m powerless. His face is still looming over. His name is Paul Hand. Paul took his hand and rubbed me between the legs. Paul Hand molested me, right there in the time-out room.

As soon as they finally did let me up, I got on the Phone and called the Ancora police department. The psych attendants had tried to keep me from the phone, but even a criminal gets one phone call. I was lucky, I found out later, that another patient had corroborated my allegations.