Background
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To be honest I couldn't say. I don't know. The specific incident was when I stuck the image above to the letterbox of my neighbours at 38. I live at 42 and there is a section which I own between myself and the people, Cathy and Kevin at 46. They issued me with a trespass notice in 2007, over a matter of a cat I wanted to take to the vet, and a request to Kevin made in writing that he pay for software of mine he uses at work, but we had been, I thought, quite good friends up until that point, with me sharing a beer with them regularly every Thursday since they moved in (about 4-5 years ago- I'm not sure).
So the trespass notice had been in effect for about six months when this incident happened at Christmas 2007.
The neighbours at 48 moved in some time that year I think, and they had a couple of Shetland ponies or miniature horses so I saw (Hxxx) one day and asked her if she would like some tangarines for the horses. I picked a bucketful and left them by their letterbox. He had long blond hair, as I used to (long red) before I had it cut off and a #2 haircut. So when I saw the picture above, I thought I'd make a joke about him cutting his hair off and pinned it to the back of their letterbox. I thought it was a joke. I had been talking to some young girls one day when one of them pointed to a man coming along the road and they both started giggling. I didn't understand their amusement as th man looked normal. It wasn't my neighbour. Their response was that he was a "girly man", because he had long hair. Growing up in the 60's I always thought long hair was normal.
Anyway Kevin and Cathy saw the picture I pinned on the letterbox, (not their letterbox) and apparently freaked out. It wasn't just that, but I was in my house, at the top of hill when two red Health Dept cars arrived and a police car. It turned out they wanted to take me into custody because there had been a complaint about me. I had been arrested at my house several times before, so I told them calmly but clearly that if this was over nothing, and I couldn't think of anything I had done to offend them and had respected the trespass order, and would have if I had been asked to stay off their property, whether or not one was issued, then there were bound to be serious consequences for them, (the Health Department or "Crash Psychiatric Team"), because I was on my own property minding my own business, not threatening or hurting anyone and I didn't like my peace and solitude being disrupted. However they insisted so I went with them. I can't tell you how I felt because psychiatric hospitals are not like prisons, and you never can get used to an indeterminate sentence.
My mother, who died in 1990 was a trained nurse, so I know what real health professionals are like.