okay, some of you cats may know apart from music, writing and musing on my multi dimensional navels, gazing at stars and communicating with gods, goddesses and deities beyond the space time continuum i also work as a social worker in the mental heath field. yeah it make's sense, mental health is the perfect place for me although when your clients start hitting you and the police intervene its time to think about a job in insurance or at least some kind of civilian life.
anti psychotic medication has a place, i'm not against the use of them, just the over use. i've worked with some people who's lives were remarkably improved by some of these drugs. one of my clients had a change in his med's and the result is, he's violent and aggressive, he's completely confused by his own behaviour and he lashes out at those that are helping him. however as kind hearted as you may think i am to devote my life to people less fortunate than me, i refuse to be a doormat to whatever impulses direct peoples abuse. the client threw a punch in front of two policemen, he has to live with the consequences.
i've never been whacked before and i've worked with some very dangerous people, i've had one person come at me with a massive knife and plunge it down on my chest, stopping a fraction of a hairs breathe from my skin. i didn't have time to react, just went straight into a pose of arms stretched out, head up like a crucified captain mission and he just fell onto his knees crying and blubbering, but this time i was punched hard in my chest by a huge powerful guy. the police dealt with it, although they were reluctant as the guy was going mental, attacking random people in the public, screaming and swearing at kids, 'we don't like to deal with these types of people,' the officer said.
'well maybe you need to change your perspective, i mean protect the public and all that jazz?'
'what do you want us to do?'
'i am the public, the other clients are the public and the public in this pizza restaurant are the public.'
they move in to assist but i know i've upset them.
anyway the drama gets worse before it gets better, i have to use some hard core medication to calm the guy down, after which he tells me, 'i might go and have a lay down.'
yeah you do that i think, after terrorizing half the town and hitting me in the chest you must be exhausted, i think.
yeah that's my day time job.
as the police left they said to me, 'we couldn't do your job.'
it's not always like this i wanted to say but fuck it, let them think what they want, it's not all ice creams and sunny days at the beach!