Monday, October 25, 2004
run maybe?
I know i havent posted in a while...and really...things have been fairly dull...not much to report. i have 3 new pictures up...maybe more after this weekend. and since i've been meaning to do this for awhile...a copy and paste job about one of our clients. he is a paranoid schizophrenic and my friend cassie is his case manager. i have been going with her to visit him since i started...it was a nice way to learn how crazy our clients could be and sometimes she just didnt feel safe going alone. the first part is done is an amusing way as possible since it was a little scary and the second part is...anti clamatic if anything (assuming i got the word righ, i'm a little tired right now). anyways...enjoy :P
And now for a colorful rendition of my encounters with schiz guy...Cassie walked into the office to receive a rather disturbing voicemail. It seems her client (who we'll call X), a paranoid schizophrenic who's been off meds for several months, is causing disturbances at his appartment complex. Yelling, screaming, sounds of stuff being thrown around in the appartment. Cassie is required to perform a home visit to check on X's condition. Afraid to go alone, she calls on yours truly to go with her. Safety in numbers, and besides...we all know I could kick some ass :P Its cold, windy, and rainy...we go up and knock on his door. The space between the two appartments is barely large enough for the two of us and we look uncomfortably at each other as we hear him come to the door. There is no room for us to run and her truck is parked too far away for comfort. X peeks through the blinds and then answers the door wearing nothing but a towel! Now this is disturbing in itself...X is a rather hairy guy and not the sort you'd want to see without clothes. Add to that the fear of the towel slipping and his desire to find himself a woman for 'companionship' and you have 2 very nervous case managers. Cassie tries to convice X to go put clothes on but to no avail. So we stand there in that narrow walkway with a man dressed only in a towel trying to find out just what has been going on. According to X, these sicko bastards have been trying to rape him and steal all his personal records and he has been having to fight them off. Well, that seems like a perfectly reasonable explaination for the yelling and throwing things. X gets progressively louder and angry...speaking clearly for the first time since I met him 2 months ago. According to Cassie he has never been in this bad of shape. X gets louder and more...vulgar...complaining about his rapists. Finally Cassie steps in...asking him if maybe he'd like to go to the hospital...you know...just to see if he's been hurt. But no...X does not want to be distracted from his ranting and he's just fine thank you very much. After a bit more of this we decide there is nothing we can do at that time and we make a rather hasty exit. Later Cassie talks to our supervisors and I guess some one goes to get X and take him to a hospital while Cassie gets to pick up some clothes from his place. I was not along for that trip, but I would imagine it was just a scary. X has a facination with ads from porno mags...and keeps not one, but TWO bottles of baby oil right by his bed. And lets not dismiss the funky smell that hangs around and the occasional wet stain on the front of his pants.
Cassie's paranoid schiz came home from the hospital today. I went with her to pick him up at the bus station. The first words out of his mouth were about the bastards that kidnapped him and sent him to the hospital. Cassie had called the police to go get him so he didnt associate her with him being taken away. He was on meds this time...never seen him on them before. He still had all the same delusions but he was so much happier. And he was very talkative and talked louder and clearer than before. He was pretty cute too...Cassie asked him what he needed to do to keep the cops from kidnapping him again and his answers was " i dunno...run maybe?" she was going more for him remembering to take his meds...but it was pretty cute...and who knows...maybe running would help...or locking the door :P
And now for a colorful rendition of my encounters with schiz guy...Cassie walked into the office to receive a rather disturbing voicemail. It seems her client (who we'll call X), a paranoid schizophrenic who's been off meds for several months, is causing disturbances at his appartment complex. Yelling, screaming, sounds of stuff being thrown around in the appartment. Cassie is required to perform a home visit to check on X's condition. Afraid to go alone, she calls on yours truly to go with her. Safety in numbers, and besides...we all know I could kick some ass :P Its cold, windy, and rainy...we go up and knock on his door. The space between the two appartments is barely large enough for the two of us and we look uncomfortably at each other as we hear him come to the door. There is no room for us to run and her truck is parked too far away for comfort. X peeks through the blinds and then answers the door wearing nothing but a towel! Now this is disturbing in itself...X is a rather hairy guy and not the sort you'd want to see without clothes. Add to that the fear of the towel slipping and his desire to find himself a woman for 'companionship' and you have 2 very nervous case managers. Cassie tries to convice X to go put clothes on but to no avail. So we stand there in that narrow walkway with a man dressed only in a towel trying to find out just what has been going on. According to X, these sicko bastards have been trying to rape him and steal all his personal records and he has been having to fight them off. Well, that seems like a perfectly reasonable explaination for the yelling and throwing things. X gets progressively louder and angry...speaking clearly for the first time since I met him 2 months ago. According to Cassie he has never been in this bad of shape. X gets louder and more...vulgar...complaining about his rapists. Finally Cassie steps in...asking him if maybe he'd like to go to the hospital...you know...just to see if he's been hurt. But no...X does not want to be distracted from his ranting and he's just fine thank you very much. After a bit more of this we decide there is nothing we can do at that time and we make a rather hasty exit. Later Cassie talks to our supervisors and I guess some one goes to get X and take him to a hospital while Cassie gets to pick up some clothes from his place. I was not along for that trip, but I would imagine it was just a scary. X has a facination with ads from porno mags...and keeps not one, but TWO bottles of baby oil right by his bed. And lets not dismiss the funky smell that hangs around and the occasional wet stain on the front of his pants.
Cassie's paranoid schiz came home from the hospital today. I went with her to pick him up at the bus station. The first words out of his mouth were about the bastards that kidnapped him and sent him to the hospital. Cassie had called the police to go get him so he didnt associate her with him being taken away. He was on meds this time...never seen him on them before. He still had all the same delusions but he was so much happier. And he was very talkative and talked louder and clearer than before. He was pretty cute too...Cassie asked him what he needed to do to keep the cops from kidnapping him again and his answers was " i dunno...run maybe?" she was going more for him remembering to take his meds...but it was pretty cute...and who knows...maybe running would help...or locking the door :P
posted by Angie, 10/25/2004 06:53:00 PM
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