I’ve seen both sides of the coin. One time, while locked up, they kept drugging a WW2 veteran, saying he was making sexual comments to them. He was not. I called the abuse hotline. I was real popular after that. I was wild without medicine. I get scared, which is why I don’t own a firearm. It’s just so confusing in my head. If they would not have dragged me in and taken care of me, I’d be dead. I stopped eating and drinking, bashed my head, screamed in the middle of the bad part of town. I couldn’t think. If I stop taking medicine, I get confused and start fighting agitation. I always think someone is after me.