(clearwisdom.net) Since I obtained Dafa several years ago, my life has dissolved into Dafa -- the universal Law. Because I persisted in practicing Dafa even under duress, I was committed to a mental hospital in early 2000, where I encountered the most heinous physical and mental tortures in life. With the help of the righteous belief and enlightenment I had cultivated in Dafa, I eventually escaped from the shackles of this dreadful place.
In the beginning, I was both aggravated and petrified. I felt as if I had been suddenly thrown into a den of monsters when I saw the patients with their distorted faces and blank stares, their uncontrollable violent moves, their shrieks, and their cries amidst laughter. Loneliness, helplessness and depression beset me. I often stood by the iron-barred window and watched people passing by on the right side of 'freedom.' It's the first time I realized how precious freedom is.
My mental and emotional state greatly affected my demeanor more than it should have as a cultivator. The evil promptly took advantage of this indeterminate state of mine to coerce me with punches, slaps and an assortment of curses, to give up the practice of Falun Dafa. I could only endure their abuse with tears and in silence.
Soon however, my righteous thoughts and faith in Dafa enabled me to settle into a calmer frame of mind. I began to recite Teacher's articles, "Lun Yu", "Hong Yin" etc. I was energized with a triumphant sense of invincibility. "Master and the Fa are both here, what is there to fear?" With Teacher's words ringing in my ears, my loneliness and anxiety soon disappeared. I was ready to face the danger and more stern tests as a practitioner.
The most severe torture I faced was to be subjected to forcible injections and medication, which can destroy one's spirit through corporal affliction. I had already experienced this kind of harsh torture, but with my righteous enlightenment in Dafa I felt I could eventually head off peril.
From the very beginning, I paid particular attention to my conduct as a practitioner. I wanted them to notice my vitality, my kindness and my noble personality in order to gain their understanding and respect. My efforts were not in vain. When I told the doctors I didn't want to take medicine, they said that might be impossible as they had to account to the authorities higher up, but they would consider reducing the dosage. Through bargaining this way, I was able to put off the inevitable for a few extra days.
Medication in the mental hospital is strictly supervised by the nurses. When the scheduled time comes for medication, I faced a tough time. I had exchanged rough words with the nurses on a number of occasions. I did not want to take the drug because I did not want Teacher to have to bear further for me. I felt my thinking was correct. Once I could not get away without taking the drug, the nurse sternly ordered me to swallow it. I said: "What you are doing is completely devoid of professional and medical ethics. You know that I am a healthy person. I am detained here only because of the unlawful persecution. The way you treat me will only harm yourself." I reluctantly swallowed the tablets, but I slammed the teacup down to register my dissatisfaction. All of a sudden, a large piece of glass from the window came crashing down. I was surprised because the table I put the cup on was nowhere near the wall or the window. Immediately, I realized it was no coincidence. It was the mighty power of justice, which affirmed my conviction that my reprimanding the nurse was the right thing to do. A while later, the nurse actually came to apologize for her manner: "I am so sorry, I have only just found out that you are a Falun Gong practitioner when I looked into your medical record. That explains it." I was more relaxed and told her: "My manners weren't so good either, please excuse me." Thereafter, she became more amicable with regard to the medication issue. The whole situation also became more relaxed. I was able to face the problem with ease.
Injections cause more suffering than swallowing pills. One day, a doctor brought over a group of people and wanted to give me an injection. I said: "I already took medicine, why also give me an injection? You all know that I am not even sick." But the doctor looked especially grim that day, and said: "We have to give you this injection to assess your reaction to the drug. This is an experiment!" I vehemently refused, but the people he brought with him held me down and forcibly gave me the shot. This injection was so toxic my whole body immediately felt very weak. My mouth became very dry, I could not open my eyes, and then I passed out. I don't know how long it was before I finally regained consciousness. I still could not sit up when I awoke. Feeling dizzy, I struggled to get out of bed to go to the bathroom. It's really cruel to reduce a healthy person to this state. I felt I could not allow such an atrocity to continue. I went to talk to the Chief Medical Officer. The Chief Medical Officer seemed more humane and said to me: "In that case, we can stop the experiment for the time being."
The next evening however, a nurse came to give me injection again. I fervently refused, quoting the Chief Medical Officer that it be stopped. She said she had not been told. Neither of us gave in. Then somebody came over and said: "I will hold her down while you give her the shot!" My heart sank. I thought I would undoubtedly die after this injection, so I should resign to die peacefully. I would not give up my faith at any price. When I woke up next day, I was astonished. There was no reaction whatsoever, and I felt completely normal. It was just like, "after passing the shady willow trees, there will be bright flowers and another village ahead!" (from Zhuan Falun) I could not hold back my tears. I quietly said to Teacher: "Teacher, I know you have born my suffering for me again. You really shouldn't have; it's too much!"
I have thus survived the toughest test -- "taking medicine and injection in the mental hospital." The evil could not come up with another move, having racked their brains. They had to give up, and finally let me out of the hospital.
I wasn't the only one being detained in the mental hospital (the detention is ongoing). My fellow practitioners informed me that they went to visit practitioners held in different places. Some appeared normal; others were " treated" so badly they are still bedridden. It is really evil and atrocious!
