I was treated like an animal, a 50 yr old grandmother of 5. In isolation because I called a police officer "rude" since he refused to take me to the toilet, so I had no choice but to pee my pants, horribly embarrassed, Denied Medication, denied Toilet Paper once in isolation, I had to use Tampax pads as toilet paper, or none at all. I was full of my own urine, but they got angry when I asked for new pants, then they refused my request for a quick shower. I was even refused a phone call in hopes of receiving my much needed medication, I'm an epileptic and they refused, adamantly refused to give me my medication. They claimed I was "intoxicated" but they did not even do a toxicology report, they just "assumed", I had 1 drink prior to calling 911, and I have a receipt to prove it. They would intercom me in my little room to say "I will know what RUDE really is" so they made me there little game for the night, I begged, I pleaded, I cried, I was there little experiment. More to be said about this jail and my experience to my attorney and anybody else who would listen. but If they treat everybody like this, something needs to be done, if they treated only me like this, something needs to be done. I use to have the utmost respect for my fellow police officers, but they were not there to protect me. If an arrest needed to be made, so be it, I was all about going through the process, respectfully so, but I challenge this county jail to justify the horrible treatment thereof. I no longer have respect, I fear them. I have been 100% traumatized by my experience. I didn't expect the "Hilton" - I just wanted to feel safe. But I feared for my life, as an epileptic, sitting in a cement room. I also suffer from panic and anxiety, could you imagine being locked in this tiny little room without medication and no relief in sight? Who gave them the "authority" to put the fear of god in me just out for fun and punishment! I was to be there until Monday, I think I would have had a medical emergency indeed if without my medication in ISO. NO judges come on the weekends, I was frightened. I prayed and prayed, and by the Grace of God, this kind little judge sporting his golfing attire came in to release me Saturday Afternoon.
470 Spring St Apt 100Friday Harbor, WA 98250