This happened at a high school in California back in the 1950's. I was sixteen. I lost a bit of innocence that day.
I had been raised to always respect authority, teachers, police and all.
I lost a lot of that respect at that time.
Due to a hard time in my teens with certain Nature functions, I took medication. My Physical Education teacher noticed my eyes were dilated and sent me to the school nurse.
No complaints. She was doing the right thing.
The nurse told the principal, and he called the police.
The nurse had me drinking water all day to remove the drug.
I repeated over and over all day to call my mother and doctor, and gave them the phone numbers.
They did not call either till three in the afternoon. The doctor told them that the pills were prescribed, and what they were for.That's when they called my mother.
She was all of 5' 1" tall, and weighed ninety eight pounds. She hit that school like a ton of bricks.
They never bothered me again. Nor did the police.
I learned a rough, and sad lesson that day. The school had a drug ring. They thought they had one of the ring.
The police are not always right, and the school staff do not always have the student's interest in mind.
They just wanted to catch the drug ring, and nothing, not even my health was more important.
That is what they made the error of telling my mother.
A few months later, we moved out to San Fernando Valley.