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I have been labelled 5150 the first time I was taken to the Santa Cruz county jail 20 years ago.
I was a young girl then just barely out of my teens.
I had been out to a party one night. I think someone slipped me a Mickey in my drink. I walked from Portola all the way to downtown Santa Cruz. My family drove around looking for me all night long.
When I arrived home they were waiting for me in the living room. I spoke to everyone and went straight to my bedroom. There I started to trip out and I threw my purse up in the air and it hit the window and broke it.
The next morning my mother discovered the broken window and called the Santa Cruz police. I jumped in the shower and put on a black karate gee. When I came out of the bathroom a policeman was waiting for me in the living room. My mother told the police man she thought I used drugs the night before. He pushed me down on the couch and said he wanted to talk to me.
I immediately pushed the policeman back and we started to roll around on the floor. I am not sure what happened but I ended up with his baton. When I gave him the baton back he choked me. That was my 5150.