During my stay at the psych ward I've encountered various different characters and personalities which I'll discuss briefly in my post alongside the place itself.
1.There was a "dwarf" man who had a rare genetic condition that made only his legs dwarf, leaving him with a relatively proportional torso, arms and head. He also didn't have one arm and, despite all of that, he somehow managed to get married and have a child.
BUT there is a catch.
His wife told him he still needed to pay for his daughter's child support despite being 19 years old. Even other fellow patients knew and recognized that he had been manipulated and used by his wife, but no one told him that to break his spirit. Most people there treated him kindly except for one big tall bald ogre with missing teeth who once kicked him in the chest with his legs for not giving him a cigar.
2.There was a genuine schizo and probably the first, and only I'll ever meet. He would, for example, pull out a pack of cigars and start talking to them as if they were his friends. From what I've caught up he had at least 4 different imaginary friends if not even more all with different names. He would lay down on his bed surrounded by snacks bought by his mom and organize meetups with his imaginary characters. He would offer us snacks to eat. He'd open 2-3 different junk food packets and toss them over his bed as he discussed random shit with the voices inside his head.
3. The bathroom itself was a fucking hellhole and I mean it genuinely. First off, the shower was broken and there was no shower head, only a shower hose. Second, retards here had a nasty habit of throwing cigarettes in the fucking shower. I was so disgusted that I'd take time off my day to try and somewhat clean it up since no one but me and 2 other guys cared for the state of both our bathroom and shower. Each morning( approximately at 6-7am) the cleaning ladies would come in and clean up the floor, sort out dirty laundry and other minor things, but one thing they never did was try and clean up our bathroom and shower. They were so disgusting that not even the cleaning staff bothered to enter that enchanted territory. Somehow, the "yearly control", who come ever single year to judge the state of the place, have not noticed the poor state of our shower, nor have they bothered to care.
1.There was a "dwarf" man who had a rare genetic condition that made only his legs dwarf, leaving him with a relatively proportional torso, arms and head. He also didn't have one arm and, despite all of that, he somehow managed to get married and have a child.
BUT there is a catch.
His wife told him he still needed to pay for his daughter's child support despite being 19 years old. Even other fellow patients knew and recognized that he had been manipulated and used by his wife, but no one told him that to break his spirit. Most people there treated him kindly except for one big tall bald ogre with missing teeth who once kicked him in the chest with his legs for not giving him a cigar.
2.There was a genuine schizo and probably the first, and only I'll ever meet. He would, for example, pull out a pack of cigars and start talking to them as if they were his friends. From what I've caught up he had at least 4 different imaginary friends if not even more all with different names. He would lay down on his bed surrounded by snacks bought by his mom and organize meetups with his imaginary characters. He would offer us snacks to eat. He'd open 2-3 different junk food packets and toss them over his bed as he discussed random shit with the voices inside his head.
3. The bathroom itself was a fucking hellhole and I mean it genuinely. First off, the shower was broken and there was no shower head, only a shower hose. Second, retards here had a nasty habit of throwing cigarettes in the fucking shower. I was so disgusted that I'd take time off my day to try and somewhat clean it up since no one but me and 2 other guys cared for the state of both our bathroom and shower. Each morning( approximately at 6-7am) the cleaning ladies would come in and clean up the floor, sort out dirty laundry and other minor things, but one thing they never did was try and clean up our bathroom and shower. They were so disgusting that not even the cleaning staff bothered to enter that enchanted territory. Somehow, the "yearly control", who come ever single year to judge the state of the place, have not noticed the poor state of our shower, nor have they bothered to care.
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