How are max different from medical and minimum security prisons?

The inmates would hide electric flat top grills throughout the buildings, in the ceilings, under beds, in the janitor’s closet. Inmates would go around collecting orders from other inmates for breakfast that consisted of real scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausage cooked on those flat top grills. The ingredients were brought in the night before in a contraband load. Disposable vapes by the trashbag load were sold for $7 a pop, and they would last about 500–600 puffs. The closest fast food was Dairy Queen and McDonalds. That double-angus burger from DQ went for $17.50 a pop, and a McChicken or McDouble went for $7 a piece. If you’re noticing the prices, it’s because at the time, yard currency was a book of 20 stamps, valued at 35/cents a piece = $7 a book. So that DQ burger was 2.5 books (50 stamps). The McDouble was a single book (20 stamps). Imagine the profit margin there for a second: $7 for a McDouble when you can get 2 of them for $5. That’s a $9 gross profit, and they were smuggling in at least 50–100 of those per Friday/Saturday. A $2.50 disposable vape at one point went for 3 books ($21), so you do the math. These guys were racking in $10,000 alone on a good weekend. It all depended on how risk-averse you were, but inmates were paid to go beyond the camp boundaries to pick up the trash bags, inmates were paid to be lookouts, and of course you had to pay the person on the outside doing the runs. After all that, net profit was around $5,000 for a single night, for about 3–4 hours of work.

Medical facilities are considered Level-3 grade facilities in the feds that can provide health care for the sickest/illest (not Beastie Boys illest) inmates. Those with cancer, or terminal inmates. That might sound cool being a “Level 3 facility” but in reality they are just as short staffed as others, and the COs don’t really give a shit about inmate health, nor does the BoP. Look it up, a dude was suffering from cancer and when a judge told them (FCI Butner, I believe) to take care of the inmate, they released him to the wild under compassionate release, with no money, just a plane ticket to his parent’s city. He died a week later due to lack of health care. Hell, I think that even the parents had to pay for the plane ticket since they just dropped him off the airport! If I find the information I’ll post it here, but it was terribly sad. That said, medical facilities are just like FCI’s, but with an emphasis on inmate care. They may have better (lol) healthcare capabilities, but usually the BOP still just sends them out to local hospitals under watch. They may still have cells or dormitory style buildings, it all depends on your classification level. I don’t want anyone reading this to think that just because a medical facility exists in the federal BOP that it’s some kind of special place that takes care of their inmates (they don’t), nor does it mess around with it’s security. I’d STILL rather be at a minimum security camp no matter what.

On top of the awesome contraband runs, inmates had their skank girlfriends or side pieces pick up them or park a good just outside the camp border, and get their weekend piece of tail. If they were picked up, they would come back before the next “sleeping” count (around 2AM). So they had a good 3 hours to do all this crazy shit in. The COs knew what was going on, but being short staffed and overworked? They didn’t give a shit as long as you didn’t flaunt it in front of them. The inmates made sure to collect all the trash of the fast food and dispose of it properly.

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Minimum security camps don’t have fences around them. They may have one or two to show boundary lines in terms of property, but they aren’t surrounded by barb wire fences. It’s why contraband is such a huge problem in minimum security camps. At night, the CO to inmate ratio is incredibly low, usually relying on CCTV to watch the dormitories where the inmates are housed. There may even be no CO’s within a 3–5 minute walking distance of the camp in the dead of night, while all 300–500 inmates are sleeping. On the weekends, once the 915PM count was finished and the COs went up to their cozy office to jerk off or whatever is they do up there, lots of guys were waiting for their deliveries. By deliveries, they were trash bags full of fast-food, drugs, cell phones, and whatever else you could possibly ask for. If they can get it at Walmart, you can get it in the camp.

Contrast that with a maximum security facility. 8x12 foot cells sleeping 2 to a cell. Toilets and sinks were in the cell, depending on the facility so were the showers. Movements were tightly controlled, passing through multiple metal detectors between areas. You could only move from your cell to certain areas at certain times, and if you missed that 10 minute window, you were stuck in whatever area you are in and may even catch a shot for being out of bounds. CO to inmate ratio is much higher, and for those “bad” inmates you were shackled for movement for your hour of yard time. And by yard I mean a concrete box with a fence inside that so you can only see the sky. If you were in the max-max section of the AdMax, you were in a cell alone 23 hours a day, and your 1 hour of yard time was randomized. You had a 4″ slit for a window that pointed at the sky so you wouldn’t know where you were at in the facility. It was designed to be a maze. Showers were on a timer set to go off once every few days so inmates couldn’t flood the cell and get taken out. Contraband? Ha! Funny. Unless you had ALL the COs in on it, you weren’t getting so much as a short #2 pencil in your cell. Your “bed” was a solid block of concrete with a 4″ shitty mattress on top of it. You didn’t work, because you’re deemed too much of a security risk. So you spent all day in your cell pondering your life choices. If you were on good behavior, you may have gotten a small TV in there with approved programming shows. But that’s it. All your mail is molested thoroughly before it gets to you, if it ever gets to you. Phone calls are monitored. It’s literally the worst place to be.

That’s a federal minimum security camp. You slept in dormitory style buildings or giant gym-sized rooms with bunks, very little privacy. At least the showers were private and not those huge showers were everyone was buck naked with each other. You only had to be at your bunk for count twice a day on weekdays, 3 times a day on weekends, and on weekdays you were at your job until 3PM otherwise you could roam the compound. There was a track for you to walk, a basketball court that doubled as a pickleball court, and a bandroom with lots of instruments. Those guys were awesome, jamming out every afternoon. Movements were barely controlled except for count time and for lights out (10PM to 5AM).

Hi everybody! I have been looking at posts on narcs and narc abuse on here and if has really helped me out a lot. I am currently struggling with my situation and need some advice/support. I met a narc last year, everything seemed to good to be true. Love bombing, always texting calling and taking me on dates. Everything changed when someone warned me about him out in public in front of him and who he is. This caused a conflict with us and the love bombing seized. he would tell me that everything is okay and i can come and talk. He would set a time limit on me and kick me out after that. he would then text me like everything was fine and we hung out again and after that he completely ghosted me for one week. He came back and texted me a week later laughing about the ghosting and acting like nothing had happened. he continued to text me ( not like in the beginning) make plans with me, then on the day of the plans he would just ghost me. One day he would act interested the next silence. i contacted him a month later and he acted like nothing happened. He was on a vacation and sent me a picture of another woman ( someone he allegedly met on the trip) to strike a reaction but i never gave him one. After the trip he came to my place and was extremely rude, accusing me of going on dates with a bunch of men. The next day he accused me of being an alcoholic and that he wanted nothing to do with me but said well maybe we can be "friends" then ghosted me i assumed at this point it was over and i would never hear from him again. He contacted me on the holiday a month later acting like everything was great. We ended up hanging out a month or so later and when we hung out it went well, i thought things were going in the right direction. after we hung out.. silence. I would try to text him and if he replied it would be very short then he just stopped replying. He ghosted me for almost three months. I thought he was done this time and of course he popped up again like nothing happened. At this point i was getting sick of if so i questioned him as to why he dissapeared and always does this. Of course he had some sob story about a injury and family member dying of cancer. I felt pity for him and he gave me an apology.. so i took him back stupidly. things seemed to be going smooth for a couple months, of course until his family member died and his injury got better he never contacted me and was distant. Menawhile, i was there for him during the difficult time for him. He lied to me about the funeral and never wanted to chat. I was chasing him and he would always claim nothing was wrong but when i said i thought he used me when he was down he could not handle it and would always tell me he didnt care and to go away. I would get so upset i would try texting him to work it out he would barelt respond and if he did he would not be nice about it. we did hang out a couple times after that, he would ignore me after. One day i was like hey i think you are seeing someone else, and i was like well ixam seeing someone so no problem if you are he said " buy bye good luck with your new guy stop contacting me" i was devastated and tried to get into contact with him for weeks then i just gave up and accepted it was over. He ended up contacting me a month later acting like everything was fine. He wanted to go out and have drinks i told him i would. He and i both seemed to have a great time. He ends up ignoring me again. I kept texting him trying to figure out what was wrong. He kept saying everything was fine and i said ok can we hang out again? He said maybe i was like why? He just kept saying maybe … our last conversation we had… i said what is wrong ? He said nothing is wrong everything is fine. I asked him why he keeps saying maybe. He said " maybe but i dont want to see you right now" i said why? He saix " im just not feeling it, if i wanted to date i would" i said why did you contact me less then a week ago wanting to go out? He said i didnt.. even though he did. So i said should i just move on or what? He said whatever you want to do. So i said that he was really confusing me and asked him if he had anything more to say before i move on? My messages were turning green so i panicked he blocked me and reacted irrationally. I said " omg did you block me? My messages are not going through. Even texted him on my work phone asking what was up. And called him twice ( please dont judge me i know it is pathetic i never was this type of girl before him) so he replied and said " Ok I'll block you now" then immedietly blocked me. He has never blocked me before since I have met him he will just ghost. Is this ths final discard aka " grand finale? Did i just push him too far? this has upset me so much its hard to even function.

If you’re talking about feds, my god the difference is NIGHT and DAY. You literally cannot comprehend just how big a difference it is between a minimum security prison vs. a maximum security prison in the feds. One of the first places in between transfers was a satellite camp attached to a high-security FCI. That experience alone showed the stark differences between the two.