
Originally Posted by
Memphis
Possibly a thread already on this subject but I wanted to share something with you.
I tend to keep things pretty tongue in cheek here, I dont give away much, but I'll tell you about my day today purely because I think it's had a profound effect on me and hopefully the way I interact with or treat others. Maybe someone else can take something from it?
My son's learning to drive at the moment so he's doing as much driving as he can with me reluctantly in the passenger seat for my sins. So today he starts work at 6am, we arrive at 5.45, he jumps out for work, I make my way around the car to the driver seat to piss off home and grab an hours worth of Z's before I have to go to work.
Just as Im about to get in I hear a feint 'excuse me'. I turn to see an old woman who's easily in her 70's, what she later told me would make her 86 years old. She asked me if I know where I am, I say yes I do, more importantly do you know where you are, she said no. I asked her if she was OK, she said no, no Im not. I'm no expert on mental health but I knew straight away what kind of ballpark we were in and I immediately felt crushed for this old lady who I'd never met before. It was literally like someone had reached inside my skin and was twisting at my insides. I dont think I'll ever forget her face, or the fear in her eyes.
I took her inside where my son works and got reception to get her a cup of tea. She tells me how afraid she is, she was out exploring and now doesn't know where she is. She says she has children but they live far away, she tells me her address, but gives several so I cant be sure, despite living in Bristol for pretty much all my life my local geography skills are appalling and none of the places she mentions sound familiar. She says she has been out for several hours. She was cold and tired. I was supposed to be doing the right thing for this poor old woman, I was supposed be looking after her but it all kind of happened in a haze, I couldn't help but think what if that was my Mum wandering around not knowing where she is but knowing she has something wrong in her brain and she cant help herself. I also couldn't help but think what if some horrible cunt had got hold of her, then Im wondering just how badly I'd hurt this fictional person who's hurt this sweet old lady, proper bonkers.
She asks me to look in her purse because she cant answer some of the questions I asked. She had no money, no bank card, no ID other than a store card. Her name is Irene
Eventually the police turn up. One of them was female, Irene is far more comfortable talking to her than she is the male officer. Im still a bit all over the place but..... I do have to work and she is now in the best hands so I decide to leave. She begs me to stay, says she feels unsafe and starts to cry. She asks me what time Im coming back. Now, Im no show off, Im not saying this to garner man point or anything like that, but Im a proper hard cunt in just about any way you care to measure it. But I'll tell you this for nothing, she reduced me to rubble with a few mumbled confused words.
I cant help wondering what will happen to this woman. I've got no right over her, we're not related so as much as I want to know that she is OK, got home safely wherever that may be and will go on to get the care she clearly needs, I just dont know and it's none of my business. I did the best I could and Im not sure there was much else I could do, even if I had hung around for longer I eventually would have been removed from the picture. I still feel like I let her down to a degree. She begged me to stay and I couldn't.
I guess my point to this ramble is two fold. I know people with depression, anxiety disorders, mental illness isn't a stranger to me, but nothing prepared me to deal with this when it was dropped in my lap. Essentially she was an old dear who needed some help, but her condition changed the landscape entirely. I kept her safe, made sure she was warm and had a hot drink, but I was out of my depth.
A secondary thought I had was you lot funnily enough and the way you are treating one another, especially over something as serious as your health. Like everyone else I'm more than happy to give and receive a verbal kicking in the name of having a giggle, but lets not forget, behind the keyboard lies real life and sometimes, it's proper shit. Logging onto Saddo's for a bit of banter might be as good as it gets for some people some days.
By all means disagree, disagree all you like, but I think there are boundaries being crossed. If you find yourself getting into verbals with someone, fill your boots, argue your case until you're blue in the face. But if you find yourself homing in on a particular user, or group of users out of obligation rather than a clearly defined difference of opinion, you should probably knock it on the head and ask yourself if there's something more productive you could be doing with your time right?
I dont want to sound all Jerry Springer but.... Be a bit nicer to one another.
Box on gents.
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