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Abusive men love to use them. I'm sure that somewhere in the spiel about how badly abused he was by her, it's that she literally tried to kill him by continuing to do/refuse to do the thing that he told her he wanted her to do/stop doing or else he would kill himself.

I'm fucking sick of abusive male tactics forcing women into silence. I hate that manipulative suicide threats are working to make people believe that words and radical feminism represent actual, literal violence. It always comes down to suicides when someone really locks them down and asks what exactly they mean when trans lives are at stake. It's never about actual murders, committed overwhelmingly by men. It's always about how we can't even talk about this or they will kill themselves.

Title. Abusive men love to use them. I'm sure that somewhere in the spiel about how badly abused *he* was by *her*, it's that she literally tried to kill him by continuing to do/refuse to do the thing that he told her he wanted her to do/stop doing or else he would kill himself. I'm fucking sick of abusive male tactics forcing women into silence. I hate that manipulative suicide threats are working to make people believe that words and radical feminism represent actual, literal violence. It always comes down to suicides when someone really locks them down and asks what exactly they mean when trans lives are at stake. It's never about actual murders, committed overwhelmingly by men. It's always about how we can't even talk about this or they will kill themselves.

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"You're suicidal? Okay, that's a medical emergency. I will take you to the ER at once. You'll have all of your personal items taken from you, you'll probably be strip searched and watched while you use the bathroom. Then you'll be locked up for at least five days. Okay, ready to go?"

Those of you who have also been hospitalized for this reason know how it is.

They treat you like a prisoner. When I was 14 I was horribly depressed and anxious for months and when I finally got in to see a psychiatrist she prescribed me klonopin and I overdosed later that night. Once I was stable in the ER there weren’t any beds avalanche at any of the mental hospitals in my city and they wanted to transfer me 5 hours away to another mental hospital but my mother refused and went to her boss who was a friend and the hospital president and he got me a private room with 24 hour security in the main hospital until a bed at the mental hospital opened up.

When they took me from the ER to the room I had to walk through the hallways of the main hospital handcuffed with my shoulder against the wall at all times, and with a guard in front of me and behind me. It was so humiliating.

When a bed finally opened up at a private mental hospital, they handcuffed me and put me into what looked like an unmarked police car, but with a hard plastic bench as the backseat. There was also a camera no more than a foot away from my face.

Luckily the mental hospital I went to was small and nice, but a few days after I arrived my mom received a letter that gave a court date and if I wasn’t discharged before the date they were going to try to commit me long term so I sucked it up and played happy the whole time. It was the longest week of my life.

A few girls were transferred from the main mental hospital after I got there and they said it was like a prison there. They said that they were both assaulted by other inpatients and one girl’s roommate would throw her used tampons all over the floor of their bedroom. I was so fucking thankful that I didn’t have to go there.