I’m very glad you have the support of local law enforcement. Too often they don’t take psychological problems seriously until after an incident has occurred.
Edit: I mean an incident involving harm to another person. Obviously some incidents have already occurred, but nothing that put you at risk.
I called the police today, explained that while I wasn’t really afraid-afraid of Fred, his increasingly erratic behavior was making me very uncomfortable. Could they help?
Yes, indeed. They have spoken to Fred and advised him to leave me alone. If he doesn’t, there will be consequences.
I am feeling so very sad right now. I don’t know what will happen to Fred, and his inability to admit to a problem could cost him dearly. I’m also reminded of a woman who was in the same hospital as I was. We had the same care, the same access to psychiatrists and therapists and aftercare programs. I kept in touch with her for a while, but all she wanted was to die. I expect she succeeded.
The hell of these essential but damn drugs is that I can’t cry. It would be such a relief if I could.
I’ll go hug the mutt instead.
Thanks in advance, y’all.