What is life like for female prisoners in prison?

I have been out for two years. I joined a year after graduating from college. It was because of an economic case. At that time, one to five people in the company were sentenced to life imprisonment. I stayed there for two years.

In fact, the material conditions of the women’s prison are not bad to be honest. When I was there, I heard that some people were unwilling to leave after being in prison for more than ten years because their families were poor.

But for most people, prison is a prison after all, and it is incomparable to the outside. For me, the most painful thing inside is the loss of freedom and sense of identity.

Let’s talk about losing freedom first. People inside have no freedom. Every move you make is under the surveillance of others or cameras. There is an organization called a mutual supervision group.

There are usually 3-4 mutual supervision groups in a prison cell. All labor, study, meals, and activities inside must be in the form of mutual supervision groups, and no one is allowed to act alone. If one member of the mutual supervision team has a problem, the other members will have their points deducted. This should be the prison version of the law.

Let’s talk about identity awareness. From the first day you enter prison, the police officer will ask you to clarify your identity awareness. You must face up to your identity, accept your transformation from a social person to a prisoner, and accept yourself from the people. Transformation into criminal.

The food, clothing, housing and transportation in prison all remind you of your identity: let’s talk about clothes first. Now the prison implements zero entry, and all your clothes are not allowed to be worn inside.

I still remember the first day in prison when I shaved my hair short and changed into prison uniform. It was okay when I shaved my hair short, after all, I once had short hair that was ear-length.

But when I put on the prison uniform for the first time, I felt a strong sense of shame and guilt. The clothes felt like a heavy shackles on my body, and I burst into tears. It flowed down involuntarily, and I will remember that feeling for the rest of my life.

Let’s talk about food. The food in the female prison is not bad, with a mix of meat and vegetables. On days off, you can apply for shopping according to the limit of the treatment level.

However, when eating inside, you can only use a spoon, and you must sing a reform song when you line up to the cafeteria before eating (we eat in the cafeteria at noon and in the dormitory at night).

There is always time for eating, it does not mean that you can eat as long as you want.

Let’s talk about housing. The place you live in is called a dormitory. There are 12 people in a prison dormitory, and fixed placement management is implemented. The location of your bed, towels and other toiletries must be placed according to the fixed location.

Inside, you are not allowed to turn off the lights when sleeping at night, nor are you allowed to sleep with your head covered, so when I first entered, I had insomnia all night long.

Besides, you are not allowed to move alone inside. All your activities must be led by the police. When you are acting with your classmates, you must march in formation; when you encounter a police officer, you must stop marching and turn your back. Police officer; when you enter the police officer's office, you must shout a report; when the police officer talks, you must squat down; when you report to the police officer, the report words, etc., all remind you to face your identity as a criminal.

What bothers me the most is the action of squatting down and holding your head with your hands. Whenever I am asked to do this action inside, I can feel my humbleness as a criminal.

I remember my first meeting after I was imprisoned. My mother came to see me. She was crying outside the glass, and I was crying inside the glass. At that time, I felt how happy I was to be with my mother.

It has been two years since it came out, and I still can’t forget everything in it, and I have indeed changed a lot in it.

When I first entered prison, I felt very uncomfortable. I felt very wronged and cried every day. Because of my unstable mood, I became a key target of the mutual supervision team. The police officer in charge of me often talked to me to analyze my case and the reasons for the crime, and to calm my emotions.

I gradually calmed down and began to reflect on myself. When I wrote the confession letter, I reflected on the reasons for my crime. Some of the content may be helpful to recent graduates or college students who have not yet graduated. I hope you can take me as a warning:

1. Don’t pursue making quick money. For young people who have not yet entered society, experience is more important than income.

I am not an accounting major. I just followed the trend and took the junior accounting certificate when I was in college. When the accounting majors in our school just graduated, their monthly salary was as high as more than 4,000 yuan.

However, the company I work for offers a high monthly salary of more than 9,000 to me, a small accountant with a non-scientific background, which is obviously against common sense. But I didn't pay attention, and gradually sank for the so-called high salary.

2. Have respect for the law, do not do evil for small things, and do not take chances.

Although the company has a financial manager, most of the company’s fund transactions pass through my hands. I also noticed some abnormal fund transactions at work, but I thought that I was just a person. The little accountant, even if something happened, had nothing to do with me and just let it go, he unknowingly became an accomplice to the crime.

When the manager of the financial department asked me to make false accounts, I thought it was just a violation of accounting professional ethics, but I didn’t expect that sometimes breaking the law and committing a crime are only one step away. In this kind of luck, I Step by step towards crime.

In our prison, there are seven days a week, Monday to Friday, mainly for labor reform, Saturday is a study day, and Sunday is a rest day.

Among these seven days, the most difficult thing is not the five days of labor, but Saturday and Sunday, Monday to Friday, daily exercises, work, and police officers' comments. The time schedule is very full.

Saturdays and Sundays are relatively free, and it is easy to think too much at this time, especially when writing ideological reports, writing learning experiences, and applying for family phone calls on Sundays. Confusion about the future is intertwined, I miss my mother, I miss my boyfriend, and I worry that I will be viewed through colored glasses when I go out.

Life inside is really uncomfortable. Although I am not doing well materially, I am really suffering mentally. Everything inside is always reminding you: you are a sinner, and you must reform and atone for your sins.

Only those who have experienced it know what humility and embarrassment are. Freedom is really more important than anything else.