What It’s Like to be a Cutter in Prison
It was just a small cut, I thought. Self-harm, yes, but not self-destruction.
Yet 21 stitches later I’m sitting on a metal bed in a 9-by-12 cell on Mountain View Unit’s Crisis Management Center — a.k.a. “the psych center” or “the icebox” — left with nothing but my thoughts. No clothes, no books, no hygiene products, not even a pair of panties to hold the pad between my legs.
They’re afraid I’ll choke myself with my underwear. This is the protocol for suicidal inmates.
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“But I told you I don’t want to die!” I scream to no one in sight, desperate to hear something other than a cacophony of my
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