I was dating a guy who was a paramedic. We dated for a few months. He was pressuring me to move in and I wasn't ready. This created an argument and I left. He phoned me to come talk to him that he was sorry and so I went to hear him out and get my things. I had no intention of staying with him.
When I got there he was acting nice and I told him I needed space and went about collecting my things. The next thing I knew he was behind me and I felt a prick in my neck.
I woke up several hours later in his bed in his room with my arms legs and waist restrained by blue padded restraints. I was groggy but I was aware at the same time. I was awaken by the sound of a lock being slid into place on the other side of the door. I laid there awhile feeling confused and had the worse headache.
After sometime he returned to the room and had an aresenal of medical equipment with him. He talked quietly to me and said I needed to spend some time with him and then decide.
He brought the equipment to the right side of the bed and began setting it up. I was confused and scared and just kept saying I wanted to leave. He continued setting up then walked over and locked the door and turned the TV on low. He told me to just relax.
He then came to me and told me I needed to cooperate. He had a small white cup with pills and a glass of water. He told me I needed to take the pills. I refused. He said it could be easy or hard and showed me a tongue depresser. I was really tired and scared but I closed my mouth tightly. I remember thinking this was a prank. Then he put down the pills and glass and picked up a syringe. He pulled out my arm and I felt a prick and was right back to sleep
I slept for what felt like forever. I vaguely remember being woken a few times with him instructing me to swallow. He was keeping me medicated and I was complying. I remember feeling something cold and medal on my chest but I really didn't know because I was in and out of sleep.
When I finally woke a few days later with a bit clearer mind I didn't realize where I was at first. Then I felt this sting in my hand. I looked down and there was an iv in my hand. He was sitting on a chair and walked over to me and explained that the sooner I got with the program the easier things would go.
Over the next 2 days I was given more medication but a lesser dose because I was listening. On the 3rd day I had my feet restraints removed. On the 4th day He removed all restraints and allowed me to put on a medical gown. He checked my skin on my entire body and then had me lay back down and he reapplied the arm retraints at my side and the waist restraints. I was given a physical examination while laying there and told what the next few days would entail. I will describe each procedure. On the 5th day I was told I would be showered. Before I was allowed to leave the room I had to take medication. Then he escorted me to the shower where he inspected my body and washed me. I either fainted or the medication was too strong because I woke up on the bathtub floor.
When I was fully awakened the next time I again had an iv in my hand and was informed that I would no longer be leaving the room and that he would wash me and if I needed to use the bathroom a bed pan would be provided. He had a tray of food and instructed that I eat. I had no appetite but did what I was told. He was satisfied and removed the food and sat next to me to talk. He told me I was confused and that he was going to help me. He explained the routine that would be followed in the coming days and if I cooperated I would get time out of the restraints and privledges. He finished explaining that I would have my vital signs checked and recorded and a brief check up 3×s a day. Morning afternoon and right before bed. I would have a complete and through examination once a week, we would have a mental therapy and physical therapy session each day and that I would submit to blood work, urine samples, and finger sticks for glucose once a week. When he was finished explaing he asked if I understood. I said yes. He then brought out a bag and pulled out a stethascope and blood pressure cuff. He also has a pulse ox that he placed on my left finger. He removed the waist restraint and the right arm restraint and asked me to sit up. I was nervous so he gave me more medication to relax. He looked at the pulse ox and then started by putting the blood pressure cuff on my right arm and took my blood pressure. He pulled over a file folder and opened it and wrote something down. He then removed the cuff and picked up my wrist and counted my pulse again writing in the folder. He then opened my gown and pulled it down in the front. With his stethoscope on my back he listened to my lungs telling me when to inhale and exhale. This took a while and I felt light headed. He then repeated this on both of my sides and then finally on my front. He then instructed me to lay down and he listen to my heart for several minutes and finally listened to my belly. When he was finished he sat me up and fastened my gown. He told me that he would be giving me albuterol treatments by mask 2 to 3 times a day and he started getting that ready. He applied the mask to my face and turned on the machine. It was very loud. The medicine tasted awful and it made me feel funny. He placed his hand on my chest and instructed me on how to breath during the treatment. When he was satisfied that I was doing it correctly he put the waist and right wrist restraint back on. All I could do was lay there.
When the treatment was over he listened to my lungs in the front again. He looked at the pulse ox again and then took it off. I thought yes we are done. He walked out of the room sliding the lock again and returned a shirt time later carrying a red bag and an iv bag. He explained he needed to start an iv again to keep me hydrated and if I cooperated he would put my medication through the Iv and by mouth only. After the IV was started. He opened his bag and pulled out a machine. He reached behind me and untied the gown. He then removed my arm restraints one at a time to remove the gown and covered me with a light blanket. He then began putting electrode pads on my chest and one on my left side and hooked the wires to them. He put a pulse ox sensor with a wire on it in my right finger and and a blood pressure cuff with a wire on my right arm. He then turned on the machine and watched it for a while. After that he plugged in another machine which was oxygen pulled from the air and put tubing in my nostrils and told me to try and stay still.
The remainder of the time this is how I stayed unless he was doing a physical exam. As time went on. He removed all but one restraint. He controlled my medication and could bring me up or down with it. He also had a medication that looked like lotion and came in sticks. He would it apply it a few times a day to my neck and wrists. It was to keep me calm. It worked. He would do a blood draw every week and allow me to stand to give a urine speciman. I was always very dizzy standing do he always had a hand on me. After awhile he bsgsn sraight cathing me to get the sample. Any other bathroom needs were by bedpan. He would bring me meals and sponge bath me. I slept a lot. The TV was always on. A few times he put stickies to the sides and front of my head and took measurements. He spoke about rewiring my brain.
About a week later we started our therapy sessions. For mental therapy he would sit behind me and lay me in front of him resting on him. He would tell me to clear my mind. He would talk and rub circles over my head, forehead, and especially at the temples. As he did this he would instruct me to deep breath in, hold, and exhale. I would remain hooked up to the monitor during these exercises. They lasted about an hour. For physical therapy he would do a neurological exam with me sitting on the side of the bed. Then he would do range of motion on my limbs, have me do leg and arm exercises and perform strength and resistence tests. He would weigh me weekly and did one dental exam on me.
My daily routine consisted of medications 3×s a day. Breathing treatments and meals. Once a month I would receive a B12 injection and He would do a fingerstick once a week when I first woke up, repeating it if he felt it needed to be. I hated finger sticks. When I woke up he would check my vitals. Temperature in my ear or on my forehead, pulse, respirations. He would take my blood pressure and listen to my lungs front and back and listen to my heart and belly. This occurred 3×s a day and was recorded.
For my weekly physical I was again given medication to relax. He would start at my scalp feeling around and check through my hair. This was very relaxing. He would push on my face and neck with his fingers. He would shine a light in my eyes and tell me where to look. He would look into my eyes with his instrument. He would then check my ears and inside my mouth using a depressor. He would use his hands to check my neck and under my armpits. He would press down on my forhead. He would then tell me to breathe in and hold it as he listened to the arteries in my neck. Then hed repeat on the other side. He would listen to my heart and lungs on both sides but much longer and more places. He would tell me to put my hands above my heads and he'd examine my breasts. Then he would again listen with his stethascope under my breast. Then he would listen to my stomach and then press around on it. Inspect my arms and legs. Look at my iv site. He'd sometimes flush it during the exam. Then hed check for all my pulses with his fingers. When this exam was completed I would be hooked back up to the monitor. He'd then scoot me down towards the edge of the bed and put up my legs. He'd start the exam with inspecting then he'd insert 1 to 2 gloved fingers. Then he would bring out a speculum. He had a light, Vaseline, and long qtips. He also did a few rectal exams but not every week. I complied I don't know if it was because I was scared, because I thought he'd let me go, the medication, or if the therapy sessions were working. He was never physically abusive. He did not try and have sex. But he told me over and over that I needed him to take care of me. I guess I began to rely on him. I didn't fight it and just laid there and endured the examinations and tests.
He had control of my cell phone and well I guess he knew time was up. He weaned me off the medication sort of. And did say if I said a word I'd be right back there. I never told any of my friends or family. I was embarrassed but I also felt dependent. This went on for about 4 months.
I returned to my house and learned he had been paying my bills online. I didn't go anywhere or leave my house for quite awhile except for groceries or hygiene items. And I did it very quickly.
After about 3 weeks he came to my house and told me that he needed to perform a follow up examination. I let him in and submitted to the exam for fear that he would take me again. He did this 2 more times after and I submitted each time. He would take me upstairs, undress me, perform his exam, have me take a xanax and leave when I fell asleep. After the last exam I never saw or heard from him again. Its been 6 months. Whenever anyone knocks I get tense and wonder if its him but it hasnt been. I wonder if he's done with me.
If you have any questions. Feel free to ask. I can't talk about this with anyone else.