My question involves civil rights in the State of: Texas
7 years ago, I asked my family for help because one of my exes had been stalking me for so long, in such insignificant ways, I had nothing substantial to report to police except, I thought he was stalking me.
After two plus years, I was at my wits end. Rather than calling the police on my behalf, or volunteering their time to help me catch him red handed, they all conspired against me instead, and diagnosed my reaction to being victimized for so long, as mental illness.
Somehow, they convinced a judge to have me arrested, strip searched and escorted to the county hospital, mental ward, so I could be evaluated and they could feel like they'd helped.
Anyway, the damage had been done, when the lady cop told me eight family members petitioned the judge, I had no choice so just go along with it and I'd be out sooner!
I've suffered silently since, especially because only one of the eight, my step-monster, no less, expressed regret for not stepping up and insisting they find a better solution. Denial is a bitch, I get that.
I just wanted one family member on my side, that didn't think putting me through that humiliation was justifiable. So, this Christmas, I couldn't resist trying to recruit my sixteen year old niece, so I professed not to be mentally ill, because I'd only pretended to take meds all this time, to respectfully appease and "control" my over-controlling, in the name of love, mother. Just the path of least resistance for me, until today. Uhg!
I saw mother and got lectured about how I need "to get me back on my meds." I know I was an idiot for trusting a child with adult issues, and I know I was stupid to allow any of them to think whatever they wanted all this time, because "if it worked once, it'll work again," and they probably won't even have to show up in court to plead their case against me the second time. Yikes, do I really have to live in fear of my family violating my constitutional rights AGAIN???
Mother is 77 yrs old and worked as a Registered Nurse before marrying my father, so medication is the answer to all healing needs in her mind. And I've told the rest of them, at some point, that I hated them for betraying me. Which only further validated in their selfish minds, they did the right thing to help their mentally unstable sister. Jeez.
I'm tempted to just explain calmly, yet firmly and politely, "I just want you to know, before you make the same mistake twice, if you force me to go back to the hospital, as you did before, you better keep me there for the rest of my life, because when and if I ever get out again, I'm going to sue every single one of you for Intentional Infliction of Emotional Distress, but I simply cannot imagine speaking to my mother that way.
What can I do, if anything, to live without fear of my rights being violated again?