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August 20, 2017 at 4:29 am (This post was last modified: August 22, 2017 at 7:04 pm by Mystical.)
My grandpa talked to himself like he was having a conversation with someone. Or so I'm told. I was a kid when he offed himself after offing my grandmother. Since then Ive only ever met One person who did that. He was nice enough. Young, lower 20s. He knew his diagnosis though and told people immediately. He seemed benign to me. Nice. Kinda weird that hed laugh to himself like someone told him a joke but whatever, i am supportive of anyone who attempts treatment for their ailments. At first i thought he was a homeless drifter but when i asked the apartment office they said he was in an "integrate with society and live independently" program monitored by the state and his mom, so I went out of my way to be nice to him. We only had a couple interactions tops. I gave him a phone, he didn't have one. After that he hung around my apt building (he lived on the other side of the complex). He'd ask my sister if I was around and she'd shoo him away as she has kids and felt he was dangerous. I stayed inside almost always just to avoid him when it became clear he was hovering looking for me! I felt so bad because my sis then became this bad force in his mind since she had to leave the house come and go and deal with him. Then one day he ran by her belongings as she was swimming at the apt pool, grabbed her car keys sitting on the sunchair, and he hopped in her literally BRAND NEW, that week, car and took off in it. She was beside herself but you know where they found the car? On his side of the complex. He pulled up to his building where people knew him and knew he didn't have a car. He tossed the car and trunk looking for goods, then hunkered down in his apartment and woldnt come out. The police spent hours getting him to come out. My sis offered not to press charges even if he'd just give back the keys! He refused. Eventually he got arrested.
The next day somehow he was back, though. In the Clubhouse/office when my sister went in to pay rent. He got agitated and started asking the maintenance guy for a gun.
Cops were called. He was arrested again.
I'm not telling this story for no reason I promise, bear with me please lol.
The maintenance guy opened the guys apartment and the cops searched again for her car keys. My sister went to the unit with them and I have to say.. wow. There were piles of garbage and if you breathed you breathed in fruit flies. There was writing on the wall, presumably in scat because his toilet was overflowing with feces. Papers all over with incoherent thoughts everywhere.. this seemingly completely benign guy turned out to be completely unbenign! I understood him stealing the car. I understood how my sister became a bad Person in his eyes for keeping him away from me. But the illness he endured led to such a horrific living space that it brought to light just how sick he really is, inside. They found the keys. But that guy never came around again after Eviction.
I don't know if all people who talk to themselves are at a point where they become dangerous, but I definitely have a healthy fear of them for these reasons.
Take care, be safe, and.. yeah I don't know, the younger and sooner a diagnosis can happen the better for the patient IMO.
You're right, it's not your responsibility. Just be safe. Maybe theres a social worker who could stop by on her for a welfare check if you tell them you're worried for her welll bekng if she pulls suicidal stuff again? I truly wouldn't discount any threat of suicide with someone like her though. Definitely not.
Good luck!
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(August 19, 2017 at 9:27 pm)Longhorn Wrote: Thanks for the advice, Luckie. I don't think its quite that serious yet. I have encouraged and even threatened her to get help, multiple times. Doesn't want it. I do need to mention that this is a young and very, very naive person. Very much still childish and pretty lost. The hallucinations and hysteria are worrying to me, but I sometimes suspect the self-aggression and suicidal tendencies are exaggerated. I had to remove her from my life for a period of time because she just wouldn't shut up about it, even after I tried to make her choose. I couldn't stand it back then. Now I'm more or less entirely emotionally removed from her biz. I'm just concerned there is something worse than general toxicity wrong with her, considering the claims of hallucination (no abuser though, but an object of a heavy romantic obsession) and her talking to herself (not in a normal way either - mumbling, laughing, as if she was talking to someone else entirely), among other bizarre behaviors. I'm not going to let this get to me though. I'll only intervene when it's plausible she might actually harm herself. Other than that, might be cuckoo, but not my problem. Thanks for your input, though
Have you tried testing them? Might be fun and interesting. You could answer as you think they would.
You say this is what it's like. You say I found it in you. You say I'm not a bot. You say many things. You don't understand. I'm not trying to find it. I'm not searching. I love our friendship and everything it encompasses, but when we're together... I feel like I want to know all the details about a someone special in your life. I want to celebrate it with you. I want to tell you about my unfortunate patterns and laugh about it together. I want to high five you when you tell me it went great. I want to hear about you picking out a name for a baby you made with a special somebody who actually wants to make one with you. I want to know you're fulfilled. I want to talk together about "the one that got away" and go over the details for the one hundredth time. I do love you. Deeply. You and I have a friendship that survives dozens of flights, states, months, years. But. Your desperate need to fulfill that dream of yours... and my determination to not go down that path... it has taken complete dominion of my reason, and my reason governs everything else. I can't get past it. It's funny, because before it became so clear just how bad you want thing B, I might have... could have... was going to feel thing A. Everything was going great. Now... it's like a switch was handled. Boom. I'm looking at the same person, yet... hey, let's keep things the way they are. It's worked out great so far. Fuck. Why does this happen? I'm so great at fucking up great things, yo. I do it all the time. I'm known for making my own death bed. But you're special. I don't want to fuck this up. If I say yes, it will end up ugly. I can't have that. So, no. I can't. I like us. I'll be here, if you still want me around. This is it, though. It's all I got.
-Hi. Your mom cheated on your dad for years with the pastor of the mission you guys support. She wasn't crying because I was rude, yo. She was crying because your dad caught her and then fucked his ex in Florida on one of his truck driving gigs. Also, wanna know why you all look like different ethnicities? Because you are. Your "dad's" only sons by blood are the two youngest. All the girls have different fathers. One last thing. Yeah, I did go out a couple times years ago with that chick from your church choir in a total "gay" way (your words, not mine). But so did your sister after me. Gasp! What!? Yup. She kind of has a thing for following my footsteps, no? Lol I think deep down, she actually looks up to me. It's cool. Anywho... take care and stuff.
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August 21, 2017 at 4:57 pm (This post was last modified: August 21, 2017 at 4:57 pm by Regina.)
CIJS, I'm sure people at my work get too comfortable, being in an environment where we don't have to talk to customers and represent the company publicly...
Ructus, flatulence, the most appalling manners. They are crude and lewd, and I expect better in an environment where we're working around food and drink.
I don't want to hear and smell you farting every 5 minutes, nor do I want to see shock videos of crazy men playing guitar on a little girl's clitoris. Simply disgusting.
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(August 21, 2017 at 4:57 pm)Regina Wrote: CIJS, I'm sure people at my work get too comfortable, being in an environment where we don't have to talk to customers and represent the company publicly...
Ructus, flatulence, the most appalling manners. They are crude and lewd, and I expect better in an environment where we're working around food and drink.
I don't want to hear and smell you farting every 5 minutes, nor do I want to see shock videos of crazy men playing guitar on a little girl's clitoris. Simply disgusting.
What?! How little are we talking?? 😡
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(August 21, 2017 at 4:57 pm)Regina Wrote: CIJS, I'm sure people at my work get too comfortable, being in an environment where we don't have to talk to customers and represent the company publicly...
Ructus, flatulence, the most appalling manners. They are crude and lewd, and I expect better in an environment where we're working around food and drink.
I don't want to hear and smell you farting every 5 minutes, nor do I want to see shock videos of crazy men playing guitar on a little girl's clitoris. Simply disgusting.
Do they eat gassy foods at work to make themselves do that?
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