The material conditions, like the guards, the cells, and such stuff, that didn’t matter to me—like when I was nude and in chains, that never bothered me. It was the head part, the psychological part that was the worst. Knowing that I couldn’t get out if I wanted . . . I didn’t like not being able to go to the bathroom when I wanted to . . . . It’s not having the choice that’s the tearing apart thing.”14
