Inmate on suicide watch kills himself with TOILET PAPER

Someone should show this to the lady on the t.v. show 'My Strange Addiction'!

Now it's gonna be impossible for the other inmates on suicide watch to get toilet paper, and that's only gonna make them MORE suicidal.

It is sad when someone is in a state that bad. I don't think there is anything funny about mentally ill people not getting the care they need.

What an original, bizzare and totally nutty departure from this world? - Most definitely one brick short of a full load!

seems a bland way to go

Sad, of course, but also amazing. Sounds like he needed to be someplace with closer supervision and greater attention to his psychiatric needs, for sure.

Hey maddad, I spent four years working the Seattle jail psych ward and I know exactly what you mean. Although it was strictly against the rules I carried a small, razor-sharp knife just because the gadget they gave us to cut ligatures didn't work well on cords deeply embedded in flesh.

Some of the officers became pretty non-challant about it. I was working the clinic once with a former Navy Chief Petty Officer when an inmate successfully killed himself by diving off the third tier and landing just a few feet from our desk, a perfect header.

Max just looked down at the body at his feet and waved his arms in the classic home plate umpire crossing motion and exclaimed: "SAFE!"

ML, what a horrible experience on both sides, the inmate and the CO. Don't know where you are from but here in Texas, I hear the turnover rate for CO's is 52%. Tough job. Not only do they have to endure the conditions the same as the inmates, they are expected to forget the inmates are people too. Heard of a story in which one CO said he was quitting to go into lawn care... the money was not that much less and the sleep was infinitely better.

Well, the best thing is that you don't do landscaping at night. The 24/7 is what wore me out, especially when we had a lot of mandatory overtime,. I'd finish my standard graveyard shift dead tired and then have to work day shift, a 16 hr shot straight through.

We were paid roughly equivalent to street police officers, but our benefits were not as lavish. What really hurt was that most cops were retired by age 50, but we couldn't retire until age 65. A lot of retired cops came over to the jail and earned a second pension with us and many of our officers were retired military. One was a retired newspaper editor, of all things.

In terms of physical danger, we never had an officer get killed in our facility, but a lot were banged up, including our Samoan body builder who could bench press 450 lbs but had his shoulder dislocated by a nutcase who had worked his way up to the 400 lb. club lifting weights out in the prison yard. The thing is, we corrections officers had no weapons on us whatsoever and we are locked in with the inmates, so any fight with them is basically a cage fight. I went over ten minutes once before help arrived. After that, I was able to transfer over to the gun carrying unit outside the walls which was much easier and less stressful, except for the worst day of my life.

My personal hero was the female corrections officer who retired as a Major in the army reserve, a job she had held while putting in her 30-year career at the jail. She retired from the jail at age 52 (but she can't draw her pension until 65) and went to work with the City Marshalls, earning a new pension and she doesn't plan to retire from that gig until 68. Co-existant with all of this she maxed out her social security by working evenings as a Kung Fu instructor for decades.

Now let's see, can you say quadruple-dipper? As I said, my hero!

I have been thinking... with over 2 million people incarcerated in this country and each having, perhaps, 1 sibling, 1 parent, 1 friend and maybe even 1 child... how do they feel reading this kind of stuff about their loved one and with this kind of attitude.

It is said that there are now so many laws against so many things that a normal person commits about 3 felonies a day and the only difference between those on the inside and the outside is one secret. If I were incarcerated I would like to think some one somewhere thinks kindly on me and is concerned about where I am and what is happening to me. Maybe those who don't are the ones that swallow a thing like toilet paper. That is abject misery and profound desperation.

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What a way to go... I bet he never thought he'd die like that...