InsideAWord
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After my class, I walked downstairs to the cafeteria to grab a drink before I drove home. A student from the criminal justice department came over and asked me to come view a project a bunch of senior CJUS students have been working on. I like to stay tied to the university's community and help out, so I said sure. However, when I saw what the project was on, I felt my breath quicken and my face and chest started burning as if with embarrassment.
The CJUS students did a senior group collaboration on "clemency" in the Illinois prison system, which gives convicts the privilege to erase a conviction from their record if the offender demonstrates good conduct and wants to join the workforce (since it is very hard to grab a job with a bad record anymore.)
The burning sensation crawled down into my belly and I felt nausea rising in my throat as my knees began buckling. I excused myself quickly and ran into the bathroom. I shut the stall door and started trying the Breathe 1-2-3-4 method to de-escalate. After about 7 minutes, I just started tearing up and felt powerless.
My traumatic event was when I was wrongfully arrested and thrown in jail because my boyfriend at the time possessed MDMA in my car without my knowledge. I had no idea there was any MDMA in the car and I'm not a drug user. I had to spend 4 days in prison while sharing a cell with a convicted murderer and facing abuse from other inmates until my family selflessly came to Nebraska (the state we were driving through) to pay my bond. My case was dropped three weeks ago. I didn't realize that any reminder of the prison system could hold me so petrified and powerless.
The CJUS students did a senior group collaboration on "clemency" in the Illinois prison system, which gives convicts the privilege to erase a conviction from their record if the offender demonstrates good conduct and wants to join the workforce (since it is very hard to grab a job with a bad record anymore.)
The burning sensation crawled down into my belly and I felt nausea rising in my throat as my knees began buckling. I excused myself quickly and ran into the bathroom. I shut the stall door and started trying the Breathe 1-2-3-4 method to de-escalate. After about 7 minutes, I just started tearing up and felt powerless.
My traumatic event was when I was wrongfully arrested and thrown in jail because my boyfriend at the time possessed MDMA in my car without my knowledge. I had no idea there was any MDMA in the car and I'm not a drug user. I had to spend 4 days in prison while sharing a cell with a convicted murderer and facing abuse from other inmates until my family selflessly came to Nebraska (the state we were driving through) to pay my bond. My case was dropped three weeks ago. I didn't realize that any reminder of the prison system could hold me so petrified and powerless.