Hello,
Please here me out because as a person suffering from depression and treated as such and as of 5 years ago I shoplited 3X, the last one that this very mean cop wrote up charges that even my lawyer questioned. Because of my state of my mind, because I'm alone (no family or friends here) except my very much loved 2 cats, my suicide ideation has increased from what it was originally.
Please let me tell you about when this all started. I'm currently 57 years old (hard to believe). 5 years ago I started getting these strong urges to take things, about the time my mom passed away. I sought out therapy and it must have helped a little because it didn't become an every day thing despite continued urges. The first think I took was a T-shirt. When people ask you, why did you steal, most people say, I don't know why I did it. While this is true, I can also say that this yoga teacher was very intent upon selling me an overprices $70 T-shirt, and kept on putting T-shirt under the door when I said, they're not fitting when I wanted to get out of there. Right before I left, I took 1 of the T-shirts thinking that she would not miss one of about 10 and left the establishment. I then went to another store where they seemed to follow my every move, and then went to get a cup of coffee where I noticed a person from the 2nd store write something down. She had written down my drivers license and when I got home, a police officer said he had proof I stole a T-shirt. This led me to call lawyer referral and I paid to talk to him for quite awhile. I liked him a lot, but turned out I didn't need him. A public defender just told me to go through the diversion program, which I did responsibly.
Years went by and I went to Palo Alto (45 min from SF). This is where my Drs. are. These urges were coming back full force and I thought I ought to tell my PCP and psychologist about them. I was early, so I browsed around Town Square, and took a blanket, the identical blanket that I had bought from this woman a month before. I have no answers as to why I did that. We spoke frequently, and I liked her, etc. I decided to come back, however, & return it to her, but she thought she caught me and grabbed the blanket like she got me. I apologed so many times, that there was something the matter with me and she kept repeating angrily, I could press charges on you over & over again so much so that i suppose I raised my voice a bit and said I realize that, but I apologized and I'm giving it back to you. When I got home, she decided to press charges and I spoke to a very nice police officer who took my facts of the case and said what would happen is that he would present it to the DA, and I'd be hearing from them to get a court case either verbally or written, probably written. I went to my Drs. appointmentand told them what just happened and was extremely upset and had my usual panic attack and non-stop dwelling. I was afraid to go to the mailbox every day. Aftere 7 months, I heard nothing, called to check and they could not bring my name up so I figured the case was dropped by her or the DA. This was 2 years ago.
This last time is what brings me here. I'd been depressed anyway and in an outpatient psychiatric hospital but had to take a break because of a physical problem. I went to a small outdoor mall, 1 month ago with the intent to 1) finish buying screen mesh from home depot for a cat enclosure I've been building AND there's a hobby shop next door that has everything and I do stained glass and needed some miscellaneous items from there. So, in the trunk of my car I have several boxes or bags that contain different items so I wouldn't forget them. I got the screen material, the stained glass material, and grabbed my ATM card and $20 and decided to just stop by Nordstrom's Rack to get some socks and browse. This is my mistake. When I went to the ladies room, I got curious and wondered what those security devices were made of. I had a "stained glass scissor" (specialized) and surprisingly, really, it cut right through it. It made me paranoid. I did not need and this started a spree that was different than the prior 2. I didn't need the bag (a little bag for the experiment), but I had it and kept it. I also did no use any of whatever tools I had in the bag, but did take 3 other items which amounted to under $100 and damaged because I ripped the security things off. And I had a very bad feeling and wish I had gone with that feeling. Instead, when I got near the door,, I got handcuffed for the first time, it hurt, and there was a kind officer and a very mean one. The mean one would say things like, Why you naughty girl, said I'd get jail time for this and seemed to get a kick out of it, and when I was in the room sobbing said he didn't buy my waterworks. I can't turn them on & off. Maybe some can. They also let me walk back to my car near the shops when it was dark, I didn't know the area, and that mile seemed endless. When I got back to my car, as I mentioned in the beginning I periodically put my purse with everything in it in the trunk for safety and take another bag with cash and ATM and depending upon what I need it's safer as i've been mugged a few times in that parking lot. I get to my car and all my windows were open, and my purse on the passenger seat with my wallet on top of my wide open purse. It was an invitation to steal my purse.
I'm sorry for making this so long. I guess it's because I have noone really to talk to and I'm going crazy, and my thoughts are bad. I keep on thinking of human euthanasia. I've already been punished and lost my dignity, respect. I really want to end my life especially when my lawyer (the one I spoke to 5 years ago) read me the charges and they were worse than I thought. Like, it said, I broke and entered, which implies breaking into somewhere when the doors were open and it was a public place. It stressed the tools and said that I came in the store with the intent to use these tools to vandalize the store. Yes, my curiosity was satisfied, but this was not the case. They kept it as evidence. They were all stained glass tools and I can show that. And they never did give me back my ATM card or cash. I admit that it looks damning as if I was a professional thief or something, but this is not the case and I keep hearing that officers voice, that I'm going to go to jail and to be honest, I'd rather die than do that. I've been hospitalized a few times for depression and that felt like jail and that was awful enough.
I'm scared. I take responsibility for wrongdoing but it's not as if I'm a chronic shoplifter and it's a symptom of something and if you read about shoplifting the #1 reason is depression. I bought the book final exit as a way out. I already think badly of myself, as worse as it gets, and don't see a future for me in this lifetime anymore.
And my lawyer is nice, but there is not enough communication between us. He has capped my fees (still a lot) because I am on disability and knows I can't really afford him and it's hard not to FAX him, call him, look for reassurance or something. He didn't sound too happy with the charges, but these lawyers say not guilty and then try and reduce the penalties. I wish to god that I can tell the judge or whoever the truth as to what has happened these 3 times over a period of 5 year.
I don't want to die. I'm scared of dying, but I'm scared of going to jail. The only thing I have are my beautiful cats. Someone help me.
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