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Ladyjail
Ladyjail

A high school ex-girlfriend of mine went to ladyjail for prescription drugs. She said that all the inmates would bark at her when she walked by because she was the "puppy of the pound". She got an improvised tattoo from a wood staple in a mechanical pencil, and apparently they have a lot of freedom there Source

"It really was awful"

I got locked up in women's prison when I was 21. When you first get there they ask if you're addicted to anything. If you said benzos or alcohol, they dosed you up with 4mg of Klonopin a day. Anyone who's been there before knows this, so for the first 2 weeks when I was in the drug treatment area (for other things, I didn't know about the Klonopin) things were very chill. There was a few verbal fights, but kind of a camaraderie between the women like, "we're all just addicts trying to get through this together." We had groups and AA, it was a daily thing for all (which was most except me) the women with children to break down crying about missing them and how they'd literally anything for their kids now that they're sober. You were in a trailer with 2 floors. There was rooms with 4 bunks in them and a community bathroom with individual showers. Lots of hooking up in the bathroom stalls and showers. Something really weird, every few days they passed out electric shavers, there was one for each bunk and there would be a line of girls using these old shavers to dry shave their legs and pubes in the bathroom. Some of them would flip them and use the non-cutting side as a vibrator/dildo on others. F'ing gross, I never even considered shaving. There was a microwave you could sometimes use and access to hot water to make noodles and coffee. They gave out stamps paper and pens to write home if you asked and gave you pads, one roll of toilet paper, ghetto shampoo/soap and toothbrush/paste. During rec time you could walk around the compound, but there were also classes like yoga, AA, Zumba, gym, library, etc. After 2 weeks there I got moved to the maximum security part. Here you were in a high tech building with one bunk in each room and locked in for most of the day. Or else you could go in the community room and watch tv a few hours a day. No more access to hot water. Women who didn't pay a fine were locked up with baby killers, they were the most shunned. One baby killer got attacked because she asked for my oatmeal I wasn't eating. No more classes of any kind. You had to be there for over 5 years to be put in the trailers by where the drug program was. They even had dogs and could go to the library and pick out books instead of just picking from books left behind. I saw a girl almost doe getting her face smashed into a metal door frame. Lots of fights. It really was awful Source

The Grossest Thing To Walk The Earth
The Grossest Thing To Walk The Earth

I went to jail for two weeks from the shoplifting thing, I got lice in jail and was quarantined with another girl who also had lice... needless to say, their lice "treatment" did not work, and the lice festered to an unimaginable point. We picked lice out of each others hair every day and tried drowning them in a cup of water. They don't f'ing die! Also people treat you like the grossest thing to walk the planet when you have lice in jail Source

"She's a fine member of society now"

Not me but an Ex's older sister got 3 DUIs and the last one meant she did a few weeks in jail. She was hot, but in a trashy way. One of the first things she said she learned was how to make a prison dildo out of a toilet paper roll, Saran Wrap, napkins and a rubber band. She "said" she didn't use one, but she said it was more sexual there than she expected. She's a fine member of society now, but just had a bit of a reckless stage. Still makes me chuckle thinking about that prison dildo though Source

Happy Cowgirls
Happy Cowgirls

I worked in a women's prison for a year. I caught more sexual misconduct there than I did in the 26 years I worked at a men's prison. As far as dildos... the women inmates made them out of Jolly Ranchers (which were bought at the canteen). They would melt them using the microwave oven and shape them into dicks, even with realistic veins. We called them "swirlies" because they were made in different colors. They also made something called "speed balls". These were made of freeze dried coffee with just enough water to make them into a paste which was rolled into a ball then inserted into their vaginas. It gave them a rush of caffeine that was the equivalent of a meth hit Source

Miss Ya Ma!
Miss Ya Ma!

My mom went to prison when I was a junior in high school. She was innocent, the other people had more money and our lawyer was complete s---. Long story short she was in there for about a 1 1/2 years. There's a lot of girls who either are, or while in there tend to be lesbian. There literally horny all the time, I remember being 18 and visiting my mom and a few of the younger inmates had looked over at me a couple times and had given that blowjob look with their tongue against their cheek. Another thing is cleanliness. A lot of things get missed. Inmates pretty much do most the work around the prison and my mom knew some people in the kitchen and they had been cleaning one day and figured they would open up the meat grinder because it hadn't been cleaned for awhile. As they opened it they found about a million maggots inside it. Basically it hadn't been cleaned a lot longer then people thought, and the whole prison had been eating maggot meat Source

Target Rich Environment
Target Rich Environment

I had to do some work at a center for women/half way house, and I've never been hit on by soo many women in my life. EVERY woman inmate in there said all kinds of raunchy things to me. So much so, that I felt yucky Source

The Older The Berry...
The Older The Berry...

I worked for a company for a short time that did on site tech support for computers. One of their clients was a collection of halfway houses that were for women just coming out of prison. They also contracted with a "work camp" which was basically a very low security prison for women. The times I had to go to those places I felt like someone had thrown a piece a meat into a lion's den. The first few times a woman hit on me or said something sexual I was a little flattered, but it didn't take long to get old. There is one that really stands out. She was an older woman who said to me, "I know these younger b----es are hitting on you and you aren't interested, but let me tell you something. If you get a slice of this vintage p---y you will never want a young b---- again!" Source

Girls-Only Middle School
Girls-Only Middle School

I spent 2 months in a county jail, (a couple times in different jails. I was very dumb in my early 20s..) among my charges I was jailed for were a failure to appear in court for driving an unregistered vehicle (long story), shoplifting from f'ing Claire's, contempt of court for not paying fines for my possession of weed pipe charge (that was the longest stay at 59 days). Really the only way I could describe it was like living in a girls only low income area middle school. My first week or so there was rough, I was rooming with some pretty mean ghetto chicks. (I am 5'0 ~100 lbs little white girl) one girl stole my Butterfinger I bought with the tiny amount of commissary I had. So I confronted her and she tried to fight me. Even though I clearly saw the f'ing wrapper in her bunk she denied taking it. Anyway, I told the guard I didn't feel safe in that room so she moved me in with the 19 year old. We actually ended up having a lot of fun! It was like a sleepover every night. Then some crazy Meth head girl moved in with us too. She was out of her mind, but entertaining nevertheless. The worst part was that gap of time between dinner and breakfast, and when you don't have money for commissary. It's tough watching everyone else eat their snacks. But my friends always shared with me. Source

Workin' For The....
Workin' For The....

Mom was a corrections officer for a long time. So she worked in a jail not prison. She said there was a ton of drama and sex in the women's unit compared to the men's. She referred to it as "working with the b-----s". As someone who's spent time in jail (yes the same jail my mom worked at) I can tell you drama in the men's unit is usually at a zero or a ten. The women's unit was probably more of a constant 6. The b-----s just walked around like they were in a high school dorm Source

School In Session
School In Session

I taught GED prep at a county House of Correction for about 6 years, about halfway through started splitting time between the men's and women's units. I agree with other posters that the drama was always at about a 6, mostly about who was writing letters to whose man on the out. It made me sad how these women were so convinced that they needed a man to take care of them and would do anything to keep one, even though it was usually their boyfriend who got them into drugs and prostitution in the first place. I really never got hit on, but the first time I was up there I tutored 3 women for about an hour, and as we were leaving the classroom one of them thanked me for working with them. Another lady said "Close the door a minute, I'll 'thank' ya!" but it was just a laugh. I did hear some stories about the night shift, but who knows. I left kind of abruptly - a high school called and offered me a job, pretty much the next day (as high schools tend to do), but I negotiated a week to transition. When I announced to my female students I was leaving, one of them just burst into tears. All in all, the women and men were just different, the men more jokey and the women more serious, interested in kids and family and such Source

It Takes All Kinds
It Takes All Kinds

It is like a boarding school, full of every type of female you can imagine. I spent about two months at a facility with around 400 women, whose charges ranged from small petty crimes, to rape and murder. Everyone had there own cliches that they kept too, but there was a lot of stupid drama. Try to think of the most troubled girls from high school, and then imagine 400 of them stuck together, in a place that is miserable, where they are isolated from their family and the rest of society. That's basically the gist of it. But like any community, there are good people and bad people, and most of the time you can find a like minded individual to make friends with. The facility I was at had a huge library, pretty good food, and cable TV, so I considered myself lucky in that aspect. I mostly kept to myself and read a lot, and I never got into any fights, and stayed out of trouble for the most part. Drugs and contraband still got in...a lot. That always made things interesting. I met some really strange people, and saw women who committed unspeakable crimes. It opened my eyes to a lot of things I had never seen before. Overall though, my time wasn't as bad as it could have been, and I learned some things, and hopefully I will never go back Source

Samsies
Samsies

I had an ex and a good friend that were both locked up, different times but in the same state. They both pretty much reported the same stuff - a lot of drugs, had people offering them prescription pills immediately upon entry, a dearth of good books, and asshole guards. The ex didn't get undergarments for the first week she was there for literally no reason other than someone forgot to give her them at some point and they didn't want to admit to it. The friend is a strict (whole life) vegan and they wouldn't give her veggie meals (even though they're supposed to). She ended up having to eat only bread and apples the entire time she was there, lost a ton of weight and still has digestive problems to this day. Mind you, both of these women were model prisoners (scared white girls from middle class families that made straight As in school - both went in for drug/alcohol issues), and they still got treated like s---. I can only imagine what it must be like for the trouble makers Source

Serious Business
Serious Business

I was in a jail for non-violent offenders, not prison. It wasn't so bad, honestly. Each sleeping area had 3 bunk beds, 6 lockers, and a payphone. No doors. We got up at 6am and lined up for breakfast. Each room had to stay together. Technically order didn't matter, but the women who had been there awhile liked to make sure everyone was always in the same spot. Probably helped them feel like they some sort of control, I guess. Food was served on your basic cafeteria trays, drinks were in these red plastic cups that reminded me of a toddler's learning cup. Things were pretty quiet for the most part. You weren't supposed to share food, but the guards were pretty lax. Most of the day was free time. There was a big living room type area with couches, chairs, and bookshelves. The book selection was horrendous, but most of them didn't bother to read. Outside time was pretty typical of what you'd see on tv. Just a concrete ground with a few basketball hoops. At night, they alternated between movies and church. The movies were regular, mainstream movies. My bunkmate yelled at me on my first morning because I put my glasses on her locker. The top of her locker was right next to my bed, almost like an end table for me so I thought it'd be ok, but IT WAS NOT. She wasn't angry, but she was severe enough that I slept with my glasses on from then on out. We were allowed to wear casual clothes, but for some reason (I can't for the life of me remember why) I couldn't wear mine, so one girl let me borrow her "nice pair" of orange prison pants. She told me to be careful with them because they were the pair she reserved for wearing to court. One woman was always reading her horoscope, but a lot of the time she didn't understand what certain words meant, or didn't know how to pronounce them. Overall, it was pretty laid back and chill, but thinking of the women in there always depresses me Source

PlayStations?  This Doesn't Sound Like Jail...
PlayStations? This Doesn't Sound Like Jail...

I haven't been to prison but we went on a school trip to an Irish female prison (this one) about ten years ago. It was surprisingly nice. They had PlayStations, cable tv, and day classes on all sorts of things (if they wanted to attend). Their food was made by an "award-winning chef", according to the guard that showed us around. Their rooms were nicer than my room at home (being the youngest I always got the box room in the house). Some of the inmates (I think they were called "clients" actually) let us see their rooms, and they were really quite nicely decorated by the inmates. Picture frames and stuff like that. The guard told us it was very common for homeless women to commit crimes just to go to prison, and also admitted that it was easy to throw drugs over the two walls that separated the prison from the outside world, and into the inmates' courtyard. The visit finished with the guard saying something to the effect of "I know it doesn't look that bad, but remember that these women gave up the most important thing: their freedom" Source

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"Jail sucks, try to avoid it"

Back in 2014 I spent 36 days in the county jail on a contempt charge. I unfortunately had jumped aboard the heroin band wagon that has been riding around my town which led to my brief stay at the County Inn. When I first arrived I was led to a large room lined with cells and an elevated platform with a half wall surrounding it taking up the center of the room (this is where the Correctional Officers sat to monitor the area and watch the security cameras). In these cells were people who were only going to be there over night, had medical ailments, or were in protective custody (meaning they were separated from everyone else for their safety or the safety of others). There were also two cells that contained nothing but a hole in the floor to poop in. That is where inmates who threatened harm to themselves were placed, wearing nothing but what was referred to as the turtle suit (It was a large green padded vest that resembled a turtle shell when you wore it). In this room I was processed and booked. They asked me a dozen or so questions about who I was and why I was there. One question being if I was going to be experiencing any sort of withdrawal, which I stupidly admitted to thinking that they would help me in some way. Boy was I wrong. After being booked I was given an orange jumpsuit that was made out of a rough canvas material and a pair of worn down orange Crocs that were about 3 sizes too big for me (I told them I wore a size nine, I guess I should have specified that was a woman's size nine). I was led to a bathroom and was told to strip down to my underwear and wait. After standing there for awhile a metal door about 3 foot by 3 foot opened to reveal an older woman. She kinda looked me up and down and asked if I knew I was coming there today. I replied that I didn't. She explained that she could tell I didn't based on my undergarments. Pretty much the only undergarments acceptable there had to be white and cotton and no underwire bras. Thankfully this lady was kind and allowed me to keep my purple laced underwear and dug through some old "whites" that previous inmates had left and found me a t-shirt that was about a size too small and stained with sweat. After that I handed my street clothes and shoes over and they were placed in a bin with the rest of my belongings that I was arrested with. In return I was given a plastic tote with a rolled up 3 inch thick foam mattress, a thin brown microfiber blanket, a "fitted" sheet so worn down and thin that it was pretty much just a large Kleenex, a roll of toilet paper, a small styrofoam cup, and small toothbrush, and a small hotel size bar of soap. I was led down a maze of hallways to one of the two cell blocks in the jail. The cell block was pretty much how the top commenter in this thread described it. It was shaped like an octagon with eight cell pods surrounding a central unit where the CO's sat monitoring the pods through the huge two way mirrors that separated the pods and the guard area. Once in the pod you do not leave unless you have court, a meeting with your lawyer, GED class, or 'church'. Each pod was in an trapezoid type shape with the longest side lined with 8 cells with two bunks and 2 cells with 4 bunks, which where divided on two levels (5 cells on the ground floor and 5 cells upstairs with a walk way with rails). One of the shorter walls of the pod had three open showers built into it with shower curtains so revealing you might as well just leave it open so you didn't have to hang it back up half a dozen times while you were showering. Along with the showers was a toilet that literally no one used unless it was an emergency and you couldn't hold it until your cell was opened. In the center of the pod was three long steel tables bolted to the cement ground with about ten little uncomfortable round stools attached to the table. On a metal shelf about ten feet up was a small 19" tv with about 5 of the basic cable channels for our viewing pleasure. That tv was the source of so many fights in our pod that it probably was only ever on for about 2 hours total in a day. Aside from the door that led out to the guard area, there was one door that led to the pod next to us, and a door that led to a "rec" room next to our pod. (the rec room consisted of a device that you could do pull ups and sit ups on and that was it. Even if you wanted to use it, you couldn't because it was broken and had been for years.) In each cell were a set of bunk beds, which were like large metal shelves, a steel toilet/sink, and a small desk type set up that was pretty much was two steel squares that came out of the wall that were about 18 square inches. Obviously in the 4 man cells everything was doubled, except there was only one toilet, but definitely more than twice the square footage, which was very nice. I feel like I have written a damn book at this point about what the physical jail itself was like and almost nothing about my experience. So I will try my best to wrap this up since it's 2 am. My experience there was very eye opening and scary for me as far as addiction goes. At this point I had only been using for less than a year, so I fortunately had not gotten too deep into it yet. I would say about 4 out of every five women who came through the pod was already withdrawing from heroin/methadone or was about to. The scary part of being there for me was with each woman I talked to about addiction, it was like I was looking at my future if I didn't get my head out of my ass. From stealing, to shoplifting, to prostitution, to never seeing their kids, and the stories of everything terrible and f'ed up they did to get their fix. The first week I was there was absolute hell going through withdrawal. The only way to get tylenol or anything to relieve the pain was through commissary, which could only be ordered on Sundays and would be delivered on the following Saturday. However, the one good thing about everyone there being an addict was that they were all more than willing to comfort you in most any way they could while you were sick. For the first two weeks I was there I was in a two person cell on the first floor with this middle aged woman who just cried and cried about how much she missed her boyfriend and how she shouldn't be there (She was serving 21 days for like her 9th time being caught driving without a license). Luckily after that I was sent to the top level into the 4 person cell. Which at first sounded miserable, but it was actually quite nice. A lot more space, more interaction. My bunkmates were cool and we all had the state of mind to try to make the best out of a s----y situation (which really pissed some people off). Jail sucks, try to avoid it Source

Don't Get Mouthy With The Judge
Don't Get Mouthy With The Judge

I spent 30 days in jail after drinking underage at 19 yrs of age (my 1st offense, but my mouth got my bond revoked so I sat there until my court date). It was horrible. The girls were beyond mean & hygiene in general was lacking. Ironically, my skin got really clear bc I had no makeup & I bathed as much as possible in there. The food was lukewarm garbage. We usually had cold grits and warm milk for breakfast, and bologna sandwiches on hard bread for lunch. I once traded a roll of toilet paper for a twin package of Dunkin Sticks. Guards snuck me Jolly Ranchers & Snickers bite-sized candies bc they said it was BS that I was in there. Other guards had it out for me & would drag their flashlights along my cell bars to keep me up at night. It was too light, but I made a face mask out of a pad.. We used newspaper as rollers for our hair to get ready for church. I wasn't in general population bc I talked too much s---, which was good bc I got to bathe separately from the other girls. Overall, it was hell. I was only in there for 30 days, but it felt like an eternity and it was shocking how quickly I acclimated to jail life. I wouldn't wish jail on my worst enemy Source

Crazy Nose
Crazy Nose

I worked in jail on women's units for a while. Had a girl come up to me and tell me the cologne I used.....I hadn't worn it in 4 days Source

Tough Mama
Tough Mama

I'm not a woman, and I haven't done time, but my mom did. It was before I was born, and though I never knew why she got locked up because she would never tell me, I think it was something to do with prostitution or breaking and entering. Though she was still naturally beautiful, prison had done a lot of damage to her physically. She'd had her nose broken in multiple places, so it was really crooked and busted in. She would tell me how some of the bigger woman in prison would try to sexually assault her (rape, I guess), but how, in her own words (and I loved this about her) that she would "take the beatings of her life before she would let them do that to her." She was only a small woman - not much over 5'2 and was pretty skinny.. but she had the heart of a giant. So I'm sure she woulda made it hell for anyone trying to take advantage of her like that. She passed away from a drink driving accident when I was 16. She was an alcoholic, and though she'd defeated a lot in her life - alcohol was something she couldn't. So, women's prison sounded like a rough place coming from her. I really miss her, and I wish I could have asked her more about it and the rest of her life before she had me Source

Poor Kids
Poor Kids

Women's prison is actually not that bad. They tend to create families in their with women who play the role of mother, father, kids, etc.. There is very little violence in women's prison. Most of the women are in for basically being an accessory to the crime with their man dragging them along into the bad situation or they are really bad addicts on the outside. But there are a very few who are actually really evil criminals. Still remember this one inmate who killed her husband and then drowned her 3 kids in the bathtub. She confessed to it and the evidence made it super clear she was a psycho. Well she had pictures of her kids and would show them off too other inmates and talk about how she can't wait to get home to see them. The other inmates had no idea about her crime. It was just sick to watch, Normally in prison you would have to produce your paperwork which had your charges on them but that only happens in male prison. Females prison they really never do that kind of stuff Source

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