Me too. I was 15. I had made a search on my school computer of how to tie the knot on the ropes that were used for executions (to this day I won't even risk saying the word because I don't want to be locked up again). But it was because I had never heard that word before genuinely wanted to know what it was. But my laptop immediately locked me out of the page and a weird message popped up that I didn't even read. The assistant principal came and pulled me out of class to ask me if I was okay and let me know they had to call my mother. I shrugged and said okay sure. But the next thing I know we're playing off like we're going to school but my mother is pulling us up to the ER of my city children's hospital to have me evaluated for possibly being s**cidal. They refused to believe me when I said I wasn't. Granted I of course was angry at the moment but because of what was going on and how much I wasn't being listened to so that didn't help my case. They committed me to their temporary psych ward to be there for an unknown amount of time for group counselling, individual counselling and group activities with other patients until they deemed me safe to go back home. I was there for 8 days and I spent the whole time hating my mother abd barely even wanting to see her when she came to visit. I had to do some strong manipulating and fighting to get out after the i days even though they wanted to keep me longer and my mother wanted them to keep me longer. I refused to listen to their advice, tested their rules every chance I got. They mostly let me go because they wanted me gone. There's no point in them trying to help someone who doesn't want to be helped and I caused them some much trouble. After I got out I had to do Partial Hospitalization for a few weeks every day in place of school and then I had to do Individual Outpatient every day after school (once I got to go back) for a few weeks and then it was over. I never forgot all that or forgave my mother and I never will. I've been depressed for years but all she ever did was make things worse by ordering me around, forcing me to do things I didn't want to and not listening to me because she knew best and believed I didn't understand anything or know my own brain and feelings. My opinion didn't matter and just because of a misunderstanding I was forced straight into being locked up like an animal without even trying to talk to me about it or even investigate thoroughly with harsh monitoring for a little while just to make sure before doing something drastic. And that is why I stopped seeing her as a mother and just as an oppressor. Even if things could maybe be fixed with us, it's too late. She already failed not only with that situation but with others too with her harsh/bad parenting. Now I'm an adult and the time of me needing parents is past. The only family I need now is the family I will create with my true love in the future.

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His dad deserves no tears shed