Unit 2
As I stated before I was new to this segregated block and new to any of these strange activities. Unit 2-A block had become the unit no one wanted to work. And here I was forced to work this unit due to no fault of my own. I had to begin to adjust my mind to this now hostile environment . As days turned to a few months I then wanted to thoroughly understand the 4 most notorious women on the unit. Everyone else who would be assigned to the unit made a habit of letting the others out 1st to eat. The four remaining would get their doors opened one at a time. That was the standard routine as the officers opened the door and slid the tray in and closed the doors back. I also had followed the standard routine for a few months. This one morning I felt brave, curious and courageous. So I dispatched the control room officer and told her to open the 4 cell doors. I laugh today as she surprisingly dispatched back.
"Harris, are you sure? "
"Yes," I replied back. "Let them all out at once! "
She banged on the control room door to get my attention and I looked up at her to let her know with certainty I was sure.
As she shook her head and pushed the buttons to allow the women to come get their food trays.
I sat back and was quite eager to see how they would perform. How they would act to break out of what had become normalcy during their incarceration. The two on the bottom level who were the most highly disturbed went to the door and just looked. I can imagine their thoughts, they had to be scared of this sudden change. So I began to coax them out from their doors.
I called each of their names and said "Come get your food trays ladies."
With extreme apprehension they almost tiptoed past their cell door. Both women were looking about nervously not really knowing what to expect. That began the 1st day of showing love even in that very small insignificant way. Months passed and the four women who were known for being notorious and mentally dangerous were changed!
Sure they still had conversations that were a bit scattered where you couldn't understand everything. They still would speak loudly in their cells some nights as well. But they were changed!! They smiled! Made jokes and even got excited when I came on the unit.
My experiences doesn't end here but human compassion indeed changes things!
These blogs I'm writing pertaining to "Is it mental illness or demonic attacks?", is simply stating my experiences and involves me challenging minds to awareness that sure one could suffer from mental illness and one could also suffer from abuse, past, lack of compassion and with hate fueled in any soul predominantly ...it could invite negative agents in as well to further wreck havoc, confusion,turmoil and violence in the brain and heart.
Stay tuned to my encounter at Norristown State Hospital for the criminally insane.
Posted By: nifeesia harris
Wednesday, August 20th 2014 at 4:56PM
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