Free Download: bit.ly Z&G&E (Zion I, The Grouch and Eligh) and Evidence birthed a dope song and video this past month while on the road together! The guys just finished the extremely successful (mostly sold out) 19 city “How The Grouch Stole Christmas Tour”. “The response has been overwhelming and we just wanted to give the people a little gift for the holidays” says The Grouch about the free download. Amp Live of Zion I made the beat and the song was complete when Evidence recorded his verse backstage at the Fox Theatre in Boulder Colorado. We shot the video at the venue right before our show in Sacramento. DJ Icewater did the cuts. Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Kwanza or whatever it is you choose to celebrate! Filmed by SatoStudio Media Directed by: Michael Sato
I know this is long but if you’re a reg, TC or professional, please consider reading this even if you don’t want to respond. I honestly don’t know what to do with myself. Many regs here know that I state that I am a qualified mental health practitioner. That is true – I would never lie about a qualification I do not have or pretend to be somebody I am not.
I do not currently work in mental health because of a traumatic even 12 months ago. I was set-up by an angry ex-partner when I found out he was having an affair and threatened to tell his ‘other woman’.
In order to stop me, he got me sectioned. Very easy for him to do as he was a police sergeant. It took one call and I was dragged off for no reason. He told them I was about to commit suicide. I was not. He just wanted me out of the way to buy himself time to protect himself.
I was treated ok by the police, but horrendously by hospital staff including members of the crisis team and ward staff. My level of distress grew tenfold every day because they kept tricking me over and over, saying I only needed to stay one night then I could go, Three days later they were still holding me. I was crying and begging to be freed but they told me I could not go. The section had been lifted before I even got to hospital for assessment (yes, really!). They had no holding powers on me and they kept telling me I was there voluntarily. I was not. To this day in my notes it says I was there on a voluntary basis yet I tried everything to try to get out.
They had told me I was not able to see a psychiatrist for another 12 days as they only visited the ward every 2 weeks. Being a mental health practitioner, I knew this was a lie and knew my legal rights and so I called a solicitor who visited the ward twice & told the staff they were holding me illegally. She told them they must either let me go or section me. On both occasions, the staff told her they would call a psychiatrist & get them to assess me that same day with a view to allowing me to go home, The solicitor would leave the ward, & the staff would NOT call a psychiatrist to come and talk to me, In fact they did nothing but lie and abuse me. I did not eat one single thing for five days and had less than two tiny cups of water each day. In fact it was only after I left that I realised that at no point did they offer me food. I was exhausted, weak, angry & actually began to feel genuinely suicidal over the captivity and deceit. I looked for ways to end my life and found none. I could not believe what was happening to me – as if finding out the man I’d been with for two years had been cheating the whole time, not ON me with WITH ME. I was his ‘other woman’ but neither his partner nor myself had any inkling. He lived a double life that whole time & now I was having to face this trauma which went against EVERYTHING I believed in.
After several days, I actually escaped from the psychiatric ward. I can’t tell you how because I do not want to give vulnerable people who NEED to be in hospital ideas on how to get out, but escape I did. I jumped on the first bus I saw & fled to a train station and got many miles away. I hid there for two weeks, staying each night in a different hotel, paying for everything with cash so I could not be traced via bank statements.
On three occasions I was returning to the hotels for the night after a day quite literally on the run and found police cars parked outside. I ran and hid until they left, convinced they had tracked me down and were waiting to transport me back to Hell behind locked doors.
Eventually I returned home. The police turned up several minutes after I returned. It was a dumb cop probably too delirious from doughnut munching to care about his job. He found me eventually, hiding in my wardrobe. He didn’t even know the circumstances or that I was supposed to be in hospital. In fact he knew nothing except one of the neighbours had called the police after seeing me return. The police had apparently asked the neighbours to call 999 if any of them saw me, and one of them had. He didn’t know why he’d been sent. Somehow I managed to blag my way out of it and he left, clueless.
Since then, I have had the biggest hatred for mental health services like you wouldn’t believe. My anger boils constantly because they have taken away my career – I can no longer work with other MH professionals because I trust NONE. My answers here on Yahoo Answers are my only way of exercising what I have learnt and my urge to help and advise others is as strong as it ever was.
I feel traumatised by my experience. I will never and can never work with mental health services again, either as a patient or professional. My instinct to keep every tiny aspect of my life incredibly private is so strong that I barely talk to anybody now.
What do I do? Please don’t suggest counselling – ANYTHING to do with MH. I am scared, angry and lost.
It was signed August 7, 2007. By August 14, we tried to call the estate agents 3 times and they said, they will send somebody. Then, they called and sent a couple to view the house (Mr. & Mrs. Russi). what I was expecting was somebody to measure the house not a viewer. August 16, 2007, We received a letter from the Estate agent, saying that, they enclosed a copy of the sales particulars. But there was NO PARTICULARS enclosed in the letter. They also need us to provide a full driving license or passport as an evidence of identification from anyone selling a property as require due to money laundering legislation. My husband went to the estate agents office to give them a copy of his driving license but it was close. After calling the office several times, they answered. They told us that the manager was ill, and she will then find out where the Sales Particulars is and will call us back. Can we cancel our contract and look for another estate agents? Thank you.
"An Exeter detective constable, (named), covertly performed police national computer checks,
which were subsequently sold on to private investigators in bulk, for as little as £40 or even £20 a time.
He used his official access to the police national computer to supply results to his former boss,
a retired police inspector
Judge, (named), refused in 2005 to regard the issue as sufficiently serious to go to trial. "
"insisted that the police would "find the culprits and make sure they are punished", while the promised judge-led inquiry would find out "what was going on at these newspapers".
Hi, This Vid Was Done For Evidence When On A Princes Trust Course Doing Volenteer Work, Wasnt Recorded For My Accent Lol. Anyways Just Wondering Because I Hear Girls Like English Accents But I Think Thats Only If Its A Posh Accent, Just Wondering, Im The One In The Black…..And I Didnt Take Her Shovel!!
