There's No Place Like E151-H For the Holidays - 06/12/06 03:16 AM
[Note: This entry was originally written on January 6th 2006, two days after I was released from my first, and hopefully only, stint in jail. It was posted to my StumbleUpon weblog. It is pasted here verbatim.]
I'm not proud of what happened. But the bit I'd been dreading since July is over with. Hopefully.
I wasn't going to share this publicly, but fuck it: I spent the first holiday season I didn't hate (12/5/05 - 1/04/06) in a solitary cell at the luxurious Dodge County Detention Facility in Juneau, WI! Don't believe me?
Before beginning my full-time transition (and for a short while afterward), I was pretty irresponsible. Barely squeaking by, ignoring problems that shouldn't have been ignored, and generally trying to make things as easy, fun, and painless as possible. To hell with tomorrow. After I went full-time I hadn't quite completely straightened out yet (although I planned to after finding work in Columbus). It finally bit me back at the worst possible time.
On my way home from Appleton, WI to my new digs in Columbus, OH (I moved in with another trans girl, very pretty), I struck another car, running a stop sign because I was busy desperately looking for a gas station. It was kind of sudden and unannounced anyway. The other car was a 30s model, on the way home from a car show. I had *just* gone full time. And, having been so irresponsible before my transition, had no liability insurance.
You know, I never had panic attacks often. But I have, and that one was quite a mother.
Before I really knew what happened, I fled. It was over in seconds. And I got caught looking for gas in the next town up the road, in a sort of daze. It turned out I'd left my front plastic bumper cover behind. My car, a '99 Dodge Stratus, was otherwise unharmed, as the other driver turned out to be, thankfully.
Yep! Female driving! Oh ho!
I was charged with felony hit and run (which was later reduced to a misdemeanor). I spent a long, scary ~24 hours at the same jail in solitary before I bailed out.
Later on, I got a plea bargain.. a fine, suspended license, four months in county, and two years probation. Yeesh! But I took it. No contest, y'all. I was guilty as sin, and they knew it as well as I did.
The judge, seeing my squeaky clean driving AND criminal records, withheld sentencing and reduced the four months of jail to thirty days. Thank God. If my probation is violated at any time over the next two years, however, I'll be finishing those remaining three months up. That's right, if I get a dog and they find out it barks too much.. back to the slammer.
The thirty days, like I said, weren't fun, but didn't kill me. As expected (and hoped), they put me in solitary to help protect my sissy behind, and therefore their pocketbooks.
The guards were (mostly) pretty respectful and nice. I wasn't allowed female pronouns, but they started referred to me using my last name, and not "sir" or "Mr. [so-and-so]." I also finally managed to get the proper laundry out of them.
The most amusing thing about the whole ordeal? I'd gotten work release privileges (huber). I don't think they'd ever housed a tranny, and they weren't sure *who* to have strip-search me on returning from job interviews or work. One solution they considered was having a female guard check my top half.
It turns out the probation can't be transferred out-of-state so I'm going to live and work here in Appleton with my babygirl for the two years. I hope she goes back to Columbus with me!
So there you have it. Now I'm going to be the bestest behaved little girl in the class. For a little while! Hee!
[Epilogue: Still don't have work, but I'm waiting on the judge's word on community service instead of the fine. Once the fine/work are completed, my probation will very likely end.]
There's No Place Like E151-H For the Holidays - 06/12/06 03:16 AM
[Note: This entry was originally written on January 6th 2006, two days after I was released from my first, and hopefully only, stint in jail. It was posted to my StumbleUpon weblog. It is pasted here verbatim.]
I'm not proud of what happened. But the bit I'd been dreading since July is over with. Hopefully.
I wasn't going to share this publicly, but fuck it: I spent the first holiday season I didn't hate (12/5/05 - 1/04/06) in a solitary cell at the luxurious Dodge County Detention Facility in Juneau, WI! Don't believe me?
Before beginning my full-time transition (and for a short while afterward), I was pretty irresponsible. Barely squeaking by, ignoring problems that shouldn't have been ignored, and generally trying to make things as easy, fun, and painless as possible. To hell with tomorrow. After I went full-time I hadn't quite completely straightened out yet (although I planned to after finding work in Columbus). It finally bit me back at the worst possible time.
On my way home from Appleton, WI to my new digs in Columbus, OH (I moved in with another trans girl, very pretty), I struck another car, running a stop sign because I was busy desperately looking for a gas station. It was kind of sudden and unannounced anyway. The other car was a 30s model, on the way home from a car show. I had *just* gone full time. And, having been so irresponsible before my transition, had no liability insurance.
You know, I never had panic attacks often. But I have, and that one was quite a mother.
Before I really knew what happened, I fled. It was over in seconds. And I got caught looking for gas in the next town up the road, in a sort of daze. It turned out I'd left my front plastic bumper cover behind. My car, a '99 Dodge Stratus, was otherwise unharmed, as the other driver turned out to be, thankfully.
Yep! Female driving! Oh ho!
I was charged with felony hit and run (which was later reduced to a misdemeanor). I spent a long, scary ~24 hours at the same jail in solitary before I bailed out.
Later on, I got a plea bargain.. a fine, suspended license, four months in county, and two years probation. Yeesh! But I took it. No contest, y'all. I was guilty as sin, and they knew it as well as I did.
The judge, seeing my squeaky clean driving AND criminal records, withheld sentencing and reduced the four months of jail to thirty days. Thank God. If my probation is violated at any time over the next two years, however, I'll be finishing those remaining three months up. That's right, if I get a dog and they find out it barks too much.. back to the slammer.
The thirty days, like I said, weren't fun, but didn't kill me. As expected (and hoped), they put me in solitary to help protect my sissy behind, and therefore their pocketbooks.
The guards were (mostly) pretty respectful and nice. I wasn't allowed female pronouns, but they started referred to me using my last name, and not "sir" or "Mr. [so-and-so]." I also finally managed to get the proper laundry out of them.
The most amusing thing about the whole ordeal? I'd gotten work release privileges (huber). I don't think they'd ever housed a tranny, and they weren't sure *who* to have strip-search me on returning from job interviews or work. One solution they considered was having a female guard check my top half.
It turns out the probation can't be transferred out-of-state so I'm going to live and work here in Appleton with my babygirl for the two years. I hope she goes back to Columbus with me!
So there you have it. Now I'm going to be the bestest behaved little girl in the class. For a little while! Hee!
[Epilogue: Still don't have work, but I'm waiting on the judge's word on community service instead of the fine. Once the fine/work are completed, my probation will very likely end.]
Posted in hindsight by Milla | Comments (2)
Heck of a way to come back around, but I hope you've been able to use the probation time to get some things straightened out (oh what a bad pun)!
I'm also hoping that your next holiday season will be both more pleasant than those in the past (and also not in jail)!
Posted by patita at June 15, 2006 04:44 PM
Oh, the punnage.
I was actually well on the way to doing that beforehand, but yes, I'm better behaved and have a much better sense of where I'm headed.
Holiday seasons will also be much nicer for me now. I enjoyed the little bit I didn't miss. Very peculiar to this former Scrooge. =)
Posted by Milla at June 15, 2006 06:16 PM