Christ_empowered
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- Oct 23, 2010
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OK. I'm on misdemeanor probation. Its a whole lotta misdemeanor probation, because apparently I need more probation than some people who beat up their spouses, burn down houses, violently rob people, etc. Having said that...I'm blessed to be on probation, I know, and I'm blessed my dad hired an attorney to get the initial charge (which was over the top) reduced to a misdemeanor. "Uppity mental patients" generally don't fare well, especially in this situation, especially around here. For better or for worse, most of the state mental hospital has been shut down, the (valuable) land and buildings sold to developers. What's left is a small forensics unit and apparently about 600 people who don't respond to anything and need to be kept out of society (non-criminal, just...too far gone). I'm done ramblling now, lol.
So, around 9 AM I get the loud knock at the door. Its some dude I've never seen before wearing a bullet proof vest and such, telling me I haven't been reporting for probation. He also said my probation officer was officer XYZ, whom I've never met or spoken to in my entire life. I told him my officer's name was ABC and that the last time I'd been there (I go every 3 months and pay monthly), there had been someone else there dealing with the probationers because ABC was in court or something. The substitute PO wrote down another date for me to show up on a post-it note and that was that.
Ugh. It was a minor incident, all things considered, but...wow. I'm still simmering down. The man in the vest was polite enough, so that's cool. I paid my $$$ early, so that wasn't an issue. This is...wow. I'm blessed that my people took me in to their (nice, respectable) house. If I were living alone, there's no telling what would have happened.
I'm done now. I praise The Lord for keeping this situation from getting out of hand and for sparing me a trip to the jail (mentally ill people don't do well in jail...sadly, its almost criminal to be severely mentally ill in America). I also praise The Lord for keeping me here, with my parents, for a number of reasons....the big 1 in this situation being that I was treated OK, whereas if I were still living in that little apartment over a garage in a kinda cramped, working class neighborhood, all alone...this little encounter probably would have been much, much less pleasant.
Now I'm actually done, lol.
So, around 9 AM I get the loud knock at the door. Its some dude I've never seen before wearing a bullet proof vest and such, telling me I haven't been reporting for probation. He also said my probation officer was officer XYZ, whom I've never met or spoken to in my entire life. I told him my officer's name was ABC and that the last time I'd been there (I go every 3 months and pay monthly), there had been someone else there dealing with the probationers because ABC was in court or something. The substitute PO wrote down another date for me to show up on a post-it note and that was that.
Ugh. It was a minor incident, all things considered, but...wow. I'm still simmering down. The man in the vest was polite enough, so that's cool. I paid my $$$ early, so that wasn't an issue. This is...wow. I'm blessed that my people took me in to their (nice, respectable) house. If I were living alone, there's no telling what would have happened.
I'm done now. I praise The Lord for keeping this situation from getting out of hand and for sparing me a trip to the jail (mentally ill people don't do well in jail...sadly, its almost criminal to be severely mentally ill in America). I also praise The Lord for keeping me here, with my parents, for a number of reasons....the big 1 in this situation being that I was treated OK, whereas if I were still living in that little apartment over a garage in a kinda cramped, working class neighborhood, all alone...this little encounter probably would have been much, much less pleasant.
Now I'm actually done, lol.