correcthorsebatterystaple wrote:An equally interesting reply
I like that you can't tolerate ideas of being under less control, even in imagination play. It proves that you are living true to your nature, and that being a maximum security prisoner is entirely right for you.
So, if I am understanding correctly, you are now sufficiently institutionalized that you are always very nervous when you are not in your usual locks, chains and routines, and being in public is very much outside of your comfort zone. These situations are therefore always unwelcome, but knowing that you are being very closely monitored, and so you still feel totally controlled and helpless, you are able to get though it even if you don't like it. Close monitoring is not nearly as good as being properly imprisoned by your physical locks and procedures, but it provides a form of "temporary breathing apparatus" that helps you to survive outside of your natural environment. Is that a reasonable summary?
How was it for you in the voting booth? There you were alone behind the curtain, not monitored, and had access to a sharp implement (voting pencil). I am surprised you were able to focus your mind on the voting paper, you must have been extremely frightened by this brief, but inevitable, abnormality. Were you given any warning in advance, any time to prepare yourself for this ordeal? Did your guards stay close by?
I imagine that any change that takes you outside of your prison must be very stressful and quite exhausting for you. When you are returned to a more physically secure and safe environment, are you sometimes given extra restraints to help calm you down and reinforce your feelings of being a maximum security prisoner once more? How do you respond to that, emotionally?
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It feels like you understand me very much. Usually people just find me weird ...
Is the desire for extreme security strange or wrong?
I have a need to be locked and supervised in every situation, and I have people around me who enjoy the fact that I am firmly under control. It is a win-win situation.
I’ve sometimes said that maybe my life is weird but I don’t hurt anyone.
There are a lot of people with things getting worse. Drug users, alcoholics, people with all kinds of addictions, narcissists ...
They destroy their own lives but they also destroy the lives of their loved ones. It is very sad.
Anyway ... you're very much right. I am very nervous in situations that deviate from my normal routines.
I am so deep in my life that I do not know / want to fantasize about other kinds of life. Or of course I can but also in them the basic premise is strict controls / restraints.
I can imagine I’m out there somewhere but even then there are my rules involved. So I can't imagine that "I'm running free in nature towards the rising of the sun."
So. That day I was fastened to a wheelchair with a leather belt that was partly hidden under my clothes. It is basically a normal belt that secures it that a weak person (or with involuntary movements) sitting in a chair properly. The belt was noticeable but not disturbing.
The belt was so tight that I was constantly aware of it. It basically calmed me down, as did the feeling of legcuffs.
Also, I had my collar now hidden under the scarf. The scarf was mounted so that it was also under the collar. I don't know but it felt like the collar was a little tighter so, however not too tight.
To vote, a voter had to have their own pen (Covid-19 rule). I was given a pen and pushed behind the curtains.
The assistant pushing the wheelchair could not come in. I was asked if I need help. If I had needed help, an official election assistant would have come to help me.
The guard held on to the chair all the time but basically he couldn’t see me because of the thin curtain.
When I was done, he pulled me out from behind the curtain and took a pen from me.
The funny detail was that I had to prove my identity in order for the vote to be official.
The guard gave me my passport which I presented to the election officer. I hadn’t held my passport in my hand before (during prison)!
It was a strong experience ... I really exist!
I wasn’t really given any separate instructions for voting or vaccination. I knew them in advance.
It is possible that after a stressful experience of the outside world (or the like), some additional restraints are used.
The most common way is that I have more of a chains inside the cell.
Normally I have a chain between the legcuffs hobble and the floor but there can be three chains. between my waist and wall, and collar and wall / ceiling.
The chains in the cell really tell me where I belong.
... long writing again I'm sorry