Jumping Ahead

My bipolar daughter, as I mentioned previously, ended up in prison. She must have made the detectives rub their hands in glee as they decided to use her to catch drug people. She was so flaky and needy. I don't think she really was doing drugs as such, probably just passing them on. Her soporific was alcohol, much cheaper and easier to get. It also was like poison to her. It did not take much to get her crazy. I think she probably tried things, but she was probably a conduit for drug distribution.

When she had gone through a drying out program, rehab had gotten her pretty straight, and we then helped her find an apartment and paid a few months rent hoping this would get things going. It was there that she supposedly met someone who knocked on her window and therein started her drug distribution gig. Anyhow, she ended up in prison, the clanging huge metal door, and a quick goodbye to us.

Her time in the big house, Purdy, near Gig Harbor, was going to be five years. We had a lawyer of sorts, but it was all pretty pathetic, and routine, I am sure, for the officers involved. We as a family, rallied behind her, and her Grandmother even baling her out by using her house as collateral. We were away at the time all this happened, or we would have stopped that from happening. Her Grandmother was one who just loved all her family and would do anything to help. But since she was out and about, we all had to work at keeping her on the straight and narrow, which was pretty risky at times. If she skipped out on things, her Grandmother could lose her house, and we did not want that to happen. You get pretty fatalistic in your everyday life, and pray a lot.

Because things were so crowded at the time in Purdy, our daughter ended up in a closet as a room with another prisoner. She also told us she got to know the infamous Ruth who chopped up her ferry boat captain husband and put him in the cesspool. She started being her intelligent self as she couldn't get any of her addictive things going. When she made up her mind to do something, she could be so smart and cool and normal. She got involved in the things she could in prison, but really wanted out. One detail she was on was cleaning in the kitchen. She was under the greasy grill, with a dirty bucket, filled with dirty water, and scrubbing the grill with a wire brush. I am sure she probably did a good job at it, and being small, it was easy for her to be under there, but someone peered down at her through the grill and told her to speed it up! She called up to them, "a mind is a precious thing to lose!" She got in trouble for that.

We would go and visit when we could, and one time her Grandfather went with us. We had to be screened for bad stuff, and searched. Grandpa almost had to take off his trousers cause he kept setting off the metal detector. Her Grandfather was a retired Judge. How ironic is that!

Being set on getting out of prison daughter got as good as she could be, and got sent to a camp where they take teams of prisoners out to work on trails and parks in the woods. They told us she would be back at the big house in no time. She wasn't. She made it and they even let her out early for good behavior. I went to visit one weekend. We got to be in a trailer together, and talk and worked on knitting. I brought a cake because it was her birthday. It felt very weird being fenced in, but I tried to just relax. It is not to say that everything worked out for our daughter because she still had problems, but she did get married and had a son. The marriage was problematic as she met the guy in a halfway house, and he was an armed robber. So you see, things can actually get worse, or seemingly so, but she did not get into the trouble she had before. She just had more manic times and depression times, and times that were fraught with paranoia. It goes on! and next I will write about nicknames!