for anyone whose found this off of tumblr and not from the Medium article I wrote. I suggest you read the article first so this doesn’t seem quite as panicked and messy as it actually is (and makes a little more sense).
edit (11/11): tw- harassment, abuse, medical abuse. I’m sorry to anyone this has triggered who didn’t come here via the Medium article with some idea of what this would be about.
this is probably the only sex gif i will every reblog, because for some reason i feel like it’s more than just sex. i don’t know if it’s how they’re actually looking at one another or the way they can’t get close enough. he’s actually looking at him like a person and not just a sex object.
please read this it’s so important i am so angry
I believe this story 100%, because I had a similar experience at RISD.
I went to RISD’s pre college program in the summer of 2012. I was doing fine, up until a point where I got pretty stressed. I was told to go to the health offices to talk to someone one day because I was having a mild panic attack. I went to the health services offices and at first they were nice. They said that I was fine and that everything would be ok. They asked me if I would like to be alone and I said no, because I was having a mild panic attack and I wanted people to be with me. This is when they started acting weird. One of the nurses left and was on the phone for a very long time. After about 20 minutes, she came back and said an ambulance was on it’s way and I had to go to the hospital.
I was so confused. Why the heck did I have to go to the hospital? Surely that would only freak me out more! I verbally resisted, and they said they were prepared to use physical force. That’s when I got really scared. I agreed, and when the ambulance came, I walked outside to meet it without resistance. I was grabbed by two paramedics and put on a stretcher. I was then STRAPPED DOWN to said stretcher. My entire body was velcroed down to the stretcher. Don’t believe me? I snagged a picture when no one was paying attention.
After that I was taken to the hospital. While in the ambulance, I was forced to give a small amount of blood for some reason. Once we got to the hospital I was NOT ALLOWED to get up from the stretcher. They told me I was not allowed to got off and these straps remained on until I was taken to a room. Once in the room, ALL of my belongings were taken from me. Phone, wallet, keys, even a doodle folded up in my pocket. I was then given clothes to change into and I was refused privacy while I did so. A nurse was ALWAYS present.
After I got changed they sent people in to take my vitals, etc. Then they sent I psychologist in. She asked me if I knew what was happening and I said I had no idea and I was scared. She said “you’re here because you tried to kill yourself and the school was worried you were a danger to yourself and you would also possibly hurt someone.”
Excuse me? I had a MILD PANIC ATTACK and this is what RISD told the hospital.
After about 30 minutes of talking and showing her that I had absolutely no lacerations (they told them I was slitting my wrists), they said “Then why are you here? You don’t need to be here.”
Overall, I was in the ER for 2 hours. I was released and then went straight to the offices. Since I had taken that picture, AND had a note from the hospital saying I didn’t need to go and was fine, I got a formal apology from the program. However, they NEVER paid the bills and I had to pay both the hospital and ambulance bills.
Moral of the story? FUCK YOU, RISD.
holy shit stella. re-reblogging for new info
I’m so fucking glad I never went to counseling.
I know a person that this happened to while I was at RISD. I also heard rumors of people who were forced to take a “medical leave,” but never heard more than that and assumed it was for the best.
I have a feeling this stems from the school wanting to quell the rumors of it being a “suicide school”– which is all I heard about from my high school friends when I was first accepted– but this is even more fucked up and I hope this person can raise the money to get a case together to tear this fucking mess open. Wow.
this made me feel really awful because if I hadn’t had my school’s counseling services to turn to for therapy & prescriptions I would not have been able to manage my depression and I know plenty of people who wouldn’t have been able to otherwise!! It would terrify me to go to a school where i’d have to fear going to counselors like this s:
NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE nope nien n0pe NOPE NOPE NO NO NO NO NOPE NOPE (x)
That’s some phantom of the opera shit there
Redhead Girl - drawn in ballpoint pen by VianaArts
Ball… point… pens…
i thought it was a picture oops
“I used 6 colored ballpoint pens”
“art is just a hobby for me”
“Lost about 20% quality during scanning.”
What a nice photogra-…oh