Care in the community in my town means that the more able of the mentally unstable can live and roam happily with relative independance with the occasional care worker visit. Occasional could mean once a year, else why is it a local man (apparently infamous within certain healthcare circles) was restrained in Accident & Emergency after brandishing an axe, threatening all kinds of horrific acts (thoughtful, ensuring all victims immediate healthcare). He was carted off to the local psychiatric institute where he was asked what he was doing with an axe, his reply was 'he really wanted a cup of tea'. So why didn't he just ask for a cup? He thought that by being a nuisance that the local police would come and pick him up and once at the station he would get a cup of tea.
A little history.....lets call our axe man Bob, who suffers terribly from Manic Depression, who after years of treatment, fell in love with (we'll call her) Brenda, who was a schizophrenic, and in their own way lived happily ever after. Bob said "for years they gave me lithium without success and then they gave me Brenda"
Back to the tea saga, hospital staff at the psychiatric institute knew Bob and Brenda and asked him why he didn't just make himself a cup of tea at home or even ask Brenda, he said "i would have but Brenda has been boiling her sanitary towels in the kettle."
Wow. That is the truley beautiful thing about crazy people. The rest of us may act it, but in a million years Iwe could never have thought axe weilding as a logical method for encouraging my significant other to fetch me a warm beverage.
by mg at February 18, 2002 5:10 PM
It certainly is amazing the lengths a Brit will go to get a cup of tea. I for example, in order to get a cuppa in the morning, i phone my better half from my bed, (he is always up earlier) he is of course two rooms away but he is nearer the kitchen....mobiles are a great invention.
by emma at February 18, 2002 6:22 PM
That is a brilliant idea! I'm a quiet person, I hate hate hate yelling from one to another. I will always get up, walk into the other room, and ask or tell whatever little tidbit it is I have. Now, I can not yet, but still be lazy. Woo hoo! Thank you Emma.
by mg at February 18, 2002 6:31 PM
Ah, domestic bliss.
by jenn at February 19, 2002 1:58 PM