Britney Spears claims that when she was in a psych institution, doctors drew massive volumes of blood from her weekly, gave her no privacy in the shower, and forced her to remain in a chair for ten hours every day.
The 40-year-old musician uploaded the video on YouTube on Sunday evening, which has now been made private.
She discussed her time at Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Center in the film.
He stated that you must heed the advice of doctors. His final comments were, “You don’t have to go, but if you don’t, we’ll take you to court and you’ll lose.”
She adds that she ‘wanted to scream’ that her heart felt frozen, and that she was forced to sit for 10 hours per day.
Once there, the singer alleges that she had six litres of blood drawn from her every week, and the ordeal caused her to lose faith in God.
During a 22-minute YouTube outburst, Britney Spears discussed having’six gallons’ of blood drawn from her every week while residing in a psychiatric hospital.
The 40-year-old musician published the recording on Sunday evening in a video that has since been kept private, revealing new information about the controversial conservatorship arrangement that ended in April after more than 15 years.
During the video, she discussed her imprisonment, which was likely at Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Center.
He stated that you must heed the doctors’ advice, according to Spears. His final comments were, ‘You don’t have to go, but if you don’t, we’ll have a big trial and you’ll lose.’
She adds that she “wanted to scream” that her heart felt “frozen” and that she was forced to sit for 10 hours a day.
Britney Spears is transported on a gurney from a Los Angeles Fire Department ambulance to Cedar Sinai Hospital in Beverly Hills.
Britney Spears is carried on a stretcher to an awaiting ambulance from her Beverly Hills, California home on the evening of Thursday, January 3, 2008.
According to her father, Jamie, she discussed her stay at Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Center, where she ‘had to go away’
Once there, the singer alleges that she had’six gallons’ of blood drawn from her every week, an experience that caused her to lose faith in God. There are approximately 1.2 to 1.5 liters of blood in the human body, therefore it is unclear what she means.
She also claims she had no privacy and couldn’t even smoke cigarettes, something she says is permitted for ‘those on death row’
Spears speaks at detail about her experiences during this period, providing a chronological explanation of the circumstances that led to her conservatorship – in which her father Jamie controlled her decisions and finances – in the entire tape.
It also observes the The I Did It Again singer, who recently deleted her Instagram account, claims that her 2008 hospitalization was the result of a scheme to seize control of her millions of dollars.
Britney Spears, pictured here with her sons Preston and Jayden, has issued a lengthy 22-minute audio rant accusing her parents of abuse, claiming that they established their contentious conservatorship over her after an anonymous woman suggested the idea.
Spears, who is presently embroiled in an acrimonious and extremely public dispute with her ex-husband Kevin Federline, asserted in a de facto public service announcement that she did not have drugs or alcohol in her system prior to her hospitalization, as was previously claimed.
It comes days after the troubled pop diva made her return to the music industry with Elton John in the duet Hold Me Closer last Friday, and almost half a year before a judge released her from her father’s symbolic vice.
“A woman offered the concept to my father, and my mother assisted him in carrying it through and making it happen.” It was all prepared. I had no alcohol or narcotics in my system. Pure abuse,’ Spears sneered in the vicious video.
Britney Spears’ angry 20-minute confessional after turning down Oprah Winfrey’s offer to air her comments.
Okay, so I awoke this morning with the realization that there’s a lot going on in my thoughts that I haven’t discussed with anyone. And I’ve had a plethora of opportunities, including interviews with Oprah, to go on a stage and discuss difficulties or anything else that’s on my mind. And I don’t think any of it has any bearing on getting paid to tell your story; I find that to be rather stupid. So, I’m here to open myself up to people and try to shine light on whether anyone out there has ever through sufferings or whatever it is in order to throw light on it. And thus that individual does not feel alone, since I truly understand how they feel.
I’ve never revealed this information openly since I’ve always been afraid of criticism. And unquestionably the embarrassment of the entire situation. And those with skepticism and cynicism have their ideas on what people would genuinely believe. I do believe that I am now in a position where I am a bit more willing to speak freely my ideas and what I’ve gone through, because I haven’t had an avenue to share entirely honestly for so long due to fear of judgments, thoughts of others, and what they may think or say. From my heart and my mind, I believe it’s vital to be able to speak freely about it like anyone other would. The actual conservatorship began when I was 25 years old, roughly 15 or 16 years ago.
When it began, I was a young child. I recall a large number of my incredibly close friends emailing and contacting me because they wanted to see me, but I still do not know what I did. But due to my father’s punishment, I was unable to, you know, see anyone or like anything. You might imagine that none of it made any sense to me. I literally used a British accent when prescribing drugs to a doctor. And three days later, a swap crew with three helicopters arrived at my residence. And I recall the best friend of my mother and two of my girlfriends who slept over the night before they held me down on their burner. Furthermore, none of it made sense. Literally, the extent of my insanity consisted of playing chess with photographers, which remains one of the most enjoyable things I have ever done as a celebrity. So I’m not sure why that was so detrimental. However, I recall my mother sitting on the couch.
And she said, We’ve heard that folks are coming to see you today. We should probably check into a hotel or do something similar. And I never quite comprehended what she meant. I did not believe her as if she were a lawyer appearing before me. Who will be here? Four hours later, more than 200 paparazzi were outside my home filming me through the window of an ambulance while I was restrained on a gurney. I now realize that it was all premeditated. And a woman suggested the concept to my father, and my mother assisted him in carrying it through and making it happen. Everything was virtually in place. Nothing was present in my system, including no narcotics or alcohol. It was pure maltreatment. I have not even revealed a fraction of it. My primary recollection of when I was initiated is my father’s control. He enjoyed controlling my every action. I recall the first time he declared, “I’m Britney Spears, and I call the shots,” and my response was, “All right then.” My brother participated in football.
And when he was younger, my father was quite harsh and nasty toward him. And I believe that when my mother offered him the idea for the conservatorship and his friend, he regrouped it and made a huge fuss over it. And it was simply excessive. I recall that he was always in the office. And my girlfriend was his assistant; they would stay in there all day with the door closed, and I was unable to exit or leave the office. My first work after being hospitalized for two weeks and being utterly traumatized out of my mind. I appeared on the television show How I Met Your Mother. Then I began working on an album titled circus; I began working immediately.
I only recall that I had to do as instructed. Every time I went to the gym, I was told that I was overweight, and I have never felt so demoralized. And they left me feeling worthless. And I participated because I was afraid. I was terrified and terrified.
I barely accomplished anything. And I had a swap team, and I had no idea what was going on. Since then, I’ve performed approximately four and a half tours and released the albums circus, Femme Fatale, Britney Jean, and gruesome. Then I began performing in Vegas and Las Vegas. And for four and a half years I did so. I recall working and reaching a stage in my 30s where, due to my pride and age, I was forced to live by my father’s regulations. And you know, dancers in Las Vegas play, drink, and enjoy themselves at night. And I was unable to act. And I remember just being like my performances. I am aware that they were nasty.
I also wore wigs, while other dancers performed sensual head flips, while I received conditioner treatments on my hair, wore small caps over my head, and received conditioner treatments while wearing wigs for a whole performance since I was a robot. In all honesty, I no longer cared a s***. Because I was unable to go where I want. I was unable to hire the nannies that I desired. I was unable to have cash. It was simply demoralizing. People were stating that I was a celebrity and treating me as if I were a celebrity, so I began to suspect a plot.
However, they treated me as if I were nothing. Well, for whatever reason, I began to regain enthusiasm. I recall recording fame. And for some reason, I believe it was because of creating and making music, I walked to this small Spanish house and the fire returned to my eyes. It was the conclusion of recording greatness. And my son named it, at which point things began to take a change as I gained more confidence for myself. And I believe that with confidence, people are like, “Oh, what’s going on now? She’s speaking up a little bit more.” However, it may not be a particularly positive thing. If I had kept quiet for fifteen years. I believe that confidence leads to enlightenment, which improves one’s thinking. And the last thing they desired was for me to genuinely improve. Because then who would be in charge? But it was extremely difficult since I had to play a character in which everything was always fine. And I was forced to comply because I knew they may harm me.
So I’m sitting here with my pals, who are all drinking beer and enjoying themselves at these parties, and I have no cash. I literally felt like a nun. My girlfriends from home came to see me in a spa, and I couldn’t even enter the spa because they were doing pedicures with their feet in the water and had three shampoo bottles and three champagne bottles sitting on ice before my performance. Demoralizingly, my hometown pals did not even recognise me when they visited Las Vegas. I will add that you must also take into account the 15 years of touring and performing. According to my father’s regulations, I am now thirty years old.
And my mother Whitney is observing everything that is occurring. And my, my, my, my, my brother is Whitney, Whitney Houston, as well as my pals, who all concur. And I’m thinking, how am I the one working here and doing all of this, but I don’t get to play the nice stuff’s side games? I want to be able to enjoy myself. Like, none of it made sense to me. Oh, the last show in Las Vegas finished in 2000, I believe, and I went on tour instead of performing a new show.
So the new show arrived. I may have rehearsed for four days, though I cannot be certain. However, I attended one of the sessions and declined a dance. And I was like No Can that be done? I do not wish to perform this action. Then, they recalled, things became extremely strange and quiet. And all of the directors and producers retreated to the back room to converse. And it was the end. And I thought, “Well, I have no idea what’s going on.” The next day, I was informed that I had to be transported to a facility and that I was required to post on Instagram that I had been sent there. The reason is because my father is ill and I need treatment, despite the fact that I never wanted to attend. Proceed there.
I recall my father calling me while I was crying. And I wondered why they were doing it. in what way? I recall him saying that you must listen to the physicians, that the doctors will tell you what to do, and that I can no longer assist you. And I recall that his final words were, you are no longer required to go. But if you don’t show up, we’re going to court, there will be a major trial, and you’re going to lose; I have far more people on my side than you have, and you don’t even have an attorney. So they do not even consider it. So I did it; I went to the location despite being terrified. And again, none of what they were doing to me made any sense. Again, I’ve been hesitant to publish this because it’s so nasty, sad, and violent. Moreover, would anyone actually believe me?
When I was in that location, I recall that my heart felt as though it were frozen and locked inside of me. I desired both to scream and to escape. And with a thread and a needle, I believe I missed gently inhaling and exhaling the most. I appeared to be in a state of shock. Almost like when an elderly person feels helpless, and they’re literally undergoing some sort of shock treatment, and they can’t relax their body because they don’t know why they can’t have their own keys to their car and put it in the garage and walk outside, with their own security guards at every door telling them they can’t sit down, and six gallons of blood drawn every week. Weak as sin. And then contacting my relatives in Destin. It might be Charles it didn’t make sense. I stopped believing in God at that time because I didn’t understand how 40 people could leave my house every day while I worked from eight in the morning until six at night.
Every time I changed in the shower, Be Seen was transformed. No privacy, no door. Nothing. How did they escape punishment? What the hell have I done to deserve this? I couldn’t even smoke cigarettes, but those on death row are permitted to do so. I was absent from AAA meetings. Although I was somewhat compelled to join AAA despite not being an alcoholic. I enjoyed it because I t
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