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no escape wasting away week after week finally, I realized in a haze My aunt’s still in the white pages</p><p id="d6d5">I got a call out she came for me I was finally free living out of the cage on the invisible leash</p><p id="8a06">K.B. Silver</p><p id="8f16">Due to the stigma surrounding mental health episodes, I don’t speak much about the time I spent in the hospital. I think the factors surrounding it make it worth bringing into the light. Coming to the realization that not only did my mother know I was autistic this whole time and was trying to manipulate my medication behind the scenes, but that she then continued extremely abusive tactics like kicking me out in the midst of a mental health crisis. Caused by badly prescribed, practically overdosed medication, feigning a guise of morality once it all blew up on her.</p><p id="403b">Or The fact that when you go to the hospital, voluntarily for medical assistance, they treat you like a criminal. Or the fact that a 72-hour hold lasted for weeks legally somehow because I was “homeless” aka my parents were refusing to take me back home (

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I was a disabled adult who had never left home before), and since they WOULD NOT GIVE ME ACCESS TO MY PHONE OR COMPUTER, there was no way for me to contact anyone I knew to find somewhere else to go. It truly felt like I was in another dimension or some kind of horror movie. I watched patient after patient come and go. If my great aunt, who has since passed, had not been listed in the phone book, I don’t know what would have happened to me.</p><h2 id="079c">Join The Power of Poetry. 💚 Fire Walk // a click — poetry into music</h2><div id="026c" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-power-of-poetry-3d8dfd2beecc"> <div> <div> <h2>The Power of Poetry</h2> <div><h3>how to submit? [update June2023]</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*OfAwmC7ROJ7Why-jpZe6FQ.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Convinced To Walk Away (CW themes of homelessness and hospitalization)

Just Walked Away by K.B. Silver with Gencraft AI

No reason to take much just necessities it’s been proven to me I don’t deserve any of these beautiful things

Don’t worry I grabbed the old duffel not the good suitcase can someone at least drive me to the train station?

Riding all-day on one faire getting off at the same station I boarded

Eating at the next church I find there must be a spot for me on the line feeling minuscule

Wandering confused burdens becoming heavier…

Alone scared needing help

I trudged into the hospital few possessions in hand begging for assistance truthful with my plight

Searched by guards phone, laptop, clothes taken from me held “involuntarily” no home no phone no escape wasting away week after week finally, I realized in a haze My aunt’s still in the white pages

I got a call out she came for me I was finally free living out of the cage on the invisible leash

K.B. Silver

Due to the stigma surrounding mental health episodes, I don’t speak much about the time I spent in the hospital. I think the factors surrounding it make it worth bringing into the light. Coming to the realization that not only did my mother know I was autistic this whole time and was trying to manipulate my medication behind the scenes, but that she then continued extremely abusive tactics like kicking me out in the midst of a mental health crisis. Caused by badly prescribed, practically overdosed medication, feigning a guise of morality once it all blew up on her.

Or The fact that when you go to the hospital, voluntarily for medical assistance, they treat you like a criminal. Or the fact that a 72-hour hold lasted for weeks legally somehow because I was “homeless” aka my parents were refusing to take me back home (I was a disabled adult who had never left home before), and since they WOULD NOT GIVE ME ACCESS TO MY PHONE OR COMPUTER, there was no way for me to contact anyone I knew to find somewhere else to go. It truly felt like I was in another dimension or some kind of horror movie. I watched patient after patient come and go. If my great aunt, who has since passed, had not been listed in the phone book, I don’t know what would have happened to me.