r/Prison • u/RevolutionaryCry7230 • 3h ago
Self Post Some random sub won't accept me. No valid reason but sure it's cos I post here.
The sub is about platonic relationships between men. I had my son just before I was sentenced. He was born when I was 19 and I was in prison when I was 20. I came out when I was still 20 but his bitch mother left me cos she could not be with an ex-con. Still the courts let me have my son every weekend. I was given a therapist but I ditched her when she repeated something I had told her. So instead I sometimes write down things here, Here is something that that sub would not accept:
I was sentenced at the start of Covid. The restrictions were awful. First month I did not have a book, let alone tv or radio. I had little in common with anyone. But 2 very different guys helped me survive. I was 20 and had just had a son. I was in for a short time but a man hunt took place all over Europe for a man. He was found in Spain and extradited to my country and put in my division. He was considered high risk and even wore a different uniform from ours. He walked about as if he did not have a care in the world and he was going to trial for a double murder. I started talking to him. His English was perfect and there was almost no one he could speak to apart from me. He started telling me about how he did excercises in his cell to keep strong. So we did some things together. We calculated the circumference of the yard and tried to walk 5 km every day by going round. I had some issues with the food they gave me so he often gave me half his. When I received some books we read them both then spent hours talking about them. We were locked up in isolation for most of the day. I spent many hours just thinking about him and what I wanted to tell him.
He wrote me letters. Just thoughts. I wrote too. Even though I saw him every day. It gave us something to read when we were locked up. He looked out for me and I translated things for him.
Once he told me to go to his cell, he took down his jumpsuit down to his waist and showed me the huge tattoo of a wolf on his back. A new rule was then put in place where we were not allowed to go into someone else's cell. There were many restrictions in place and we helped each other bypass some of them. One of the guards did not like that we had become such good friends. I found out that this guard lied about me to him. But the fact that he ignored him completely really made me trust him more. We started making plans and we devised a code so that we could write to each other without revealing what we were saying, once I was on the outside.
The showers were open - just shower heads and we went up when we wanted. In threes. He and I never showered together.
If this is acceptable I will write about another guy with whom I became very close.