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"My trials through the criminal justice system." My name is Anastazia, and I'm at the Madison Correctional Facility. In 2001, one nightmare ended and another nightmare began. A three and a half year extremely abusive relationship ended by my hands, induced by a PTSD-triggered dissociative episode after I found out my partner had molested my 6-year-old special needs daughter. My own body sustained injuries by his hand that night. I showed up on my mother's doorstep, tattered and bloody, and told her to call the police. I was conditioned to believe that they would help, that such a thing as justice actually exists. I would learn the truth of this fallacy the hard way. I was immediately taken into custody and held without bond on seven serious yet contradictory charges. The myriad abuses I experienced in the county jail exacerbated my deteriorating mental state. I was found incompetent to stand trial and shipped to a state psych hospital for the criminally insane. My competency came through what is known as chem