Bipolar Mum Journey

I don’t know why people go to the press claiming prison is like a holiday camp, it’s not.

Prison is a shit hole. Sure, there are some good days, and even I had moments where I didn’t mind it, but the bad days? They completely outweigh the good.

Anyone who says otherwise either wasn’t inside long enough or was on the pussy wing, the one for vulnerable inmates, pregnant women, and those who abuse children.

Bullying is everywhere. Officers treat you like shit unless you’re licking arse, which I refused to do. That’s why plenty of them didn’t like me.

The food is disgusting. You’re cut off from your family. You’re missing out on raves and life outside. You can only use the phone at set times. The beds are awful. People with severe mental health issues are screaming or trying to end their lives. It’s a miserable place. You have to use the toilet in front of your cellmate if you’ve got one. Showers are communal, and some women would even shit in them. The whole place is vile.

If someone enjoys it, their life outside must be painfully dull.

Don’t believe the articles calling it a holiday camp, only losers would say that. Try doing a year inside, not knowing what your man is up to, dealing with pervy officers, wondering when your next visit or bit of money will come through. Having girls try and turn the wing against you because you have more than they do. It’s awful on every level.

I always say I wasn’t scared going to prison, if anything I was mildly intrigued trust me when I say that mindset soon changed. It’s not a place anyone wants to go.