She got something of a come-uppance from the BF. He googled cervical cancer and educated himself and broke up with her. She married her boss. :rolleyes:
I knew this woman via an art gallery where I volunteered. Initially she showed up for the free food, with her 5 children in tow. They had at least 3 different fathers: the first two’s father, she left, saying he was abusive. Her second child was borderline MR, a fact about which she was in denial (it was due to her drug use during her pregnancy, very likely). Her third child’s father was in prison for dealing meth. The youngest two allegedly had the same father, but she wasn’t sure. He was 10 years younger than she and a total asshole.
Neither of them worked when I met them (though he later got a job in Collegetown), and she got Section 8, welfare, and food stamps. Somehow, though, she always had money for drugs. Her attitude was that America was corrupt (she called it “Babylon” in the manner of hippies from Rainbow) and thus, it was moral and right of her to have as many children as possible and suck the government dry. She consistently found a way to get out of the employment requirement for welfare and bitched about it. She let all sorts of people stay at her house, including an unmedicated schizophrenic who was the kids’ “nanny.” She liked to go out and party; one Tuesday night, she called me asked me if I could pick her up and take her to Reggae Night at the club. Uh, no… some people actually have to WORK on a Wednesday.
I started to take care of her 2nd child for her sometimes out of sheer pity for his lack of bathing, proper shoes, and intellectual stimulation. I took him to his first movie, bought him winter boots, taught him to swim, etc. He needed special ed services at school but she refused to go to the meetings or sign the papers, claiming they just “didn’t understand him.”
When she had her sixth child, what could you do but :rolleyes:? She claimed that her baby daddy was abusing her, cheating on her, etc., but she luuuurved him and wouldn’t leave him (though she fucked around on him, leading to the confusion about the paternity of Baby #6). I could believe he was an abuser, because he displayed all the signs of being a sociopath IMO. Behind her back, he bragged about all the college students he was fucking. Little did I know…
We finally came to a parting of the ways when her baby daddy was arrested for being the Collegetown Creeper. So THAT’S what he meant about bagging college girls. She strenuously denied his guilt, lied to give him alibis, and defended him in the press and the community. When she told me he was jumping bail and escaping, we got into a huge argument, which culminated in her telling me that I was “too selfish” to have children. I reported the bail jumping, but of course, he escaped anyway, and was caught later in CA on attempted rape charges.
She moved away and I still wonder how her second son is doing. 
And I wonder how many children she has now.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Scratch beneath the surface of anyone you think is “normal” and you’ll find some pretty fucked up shit.
As for truly fucked up, I submit my ex-wife. Do a search on my user name and “ex-wife” for all the stories, because I’m not reposting them all. She’s on Social Security Disability for Mental Illness, or as I like to say, She’s certified by the Federal Government as being Completely Fucking Insane.
Heck, I was comparing notes with another doper, who I will not name at this time, and mentioned the name of my ex-wife. The doper says “Oh I know her! She’s a fucking loon!”
I think you win.
man, it’s psych day…
I worked on a child psych unit for a while. Out of respect for people’s privacy, I won’t go into specifics. I will say that I find Sleeps with Butterfly’s story probable, and we had admissions for similar “4yr (or younger, I forget) found doing sex act on other child” type situations.
I will say that having a 12yo tell me, with complete and utter honesty, that he really doesn’t see anything good about himself and would cheerfully kill himself, was incredibly sad. Especially with this kid’s background. I hope he’s okay, but given what I know of the system, I’m not that hopeful.
This past year I had a guy work for me that was pretty out there. Even in the interview he pushed the boundaries of what I would reveal on a first meeting, but he seemed talented and I *really *needed someone.
On his second day he told us about his ferrets. He has somewhere around 20 of them. When one dies he puts them in the freezer (next to the dead mice that they keep for feeding them.) Apparently he has them cremated and so he keeps them until he has enough to make a good ferret bon-fire. (OK, he keeps them until he has enough to justify the cost.) I don’t know where the line is between animal lover and crazy-cat-lady, but unless you are a breeder, I’m pretty sure twenty is well past the line.
He told one of my guys about the day he really, really, really (my guy lost count of the reallys) lost it and had to be hauled away in some sort of restraint.
One morning he told us about the meds he was taking. They worked really well in the morning, but not so well by noon. I told him that there was nothing wrong with taking meds (I have some mild chronic depression myself) but that some things were better kept to oneself. (I don’t mind my people sharing TMI with me, but not everyone is accepting.)
There were many other odd little stories, but a few weeks later he told *all *my guys about how he was in the mental ward under armed guard and he was eyeing up the guard’s gun. He was trying to decide how much effort it would take to wrestle the gun away and kill everyone there. The one guy kinda chuckled (uncomfortably) and he said “no, I’m totally serious, I was *really *thinking about how hard it would be to kill everyone.”
Unfortunately I had to let him go after that. If he had only said it to me, I would have counseled him to keep this info to himself, but he told my team and made some of them uncomfortable. In today’s world, you cannot talk about *seriously *thinking of killing people while you are at work. I tried to work a deal where he could work from home and I could meet him at a local diner a few days a week for updates (I wasn’t afraid of him. Whether I should be or not, I can’t say, but I was willing to take a risk), but HR said no, they would be too liable if I were injured, even if I volunteered for the risk.
I honestly don’t think he was dangerous - OTOH how many times do you hear the neighbors of a killer say that he seemed like a nice guy? I guess we did the right thing, no matter how hard if felt to do.
You forgot the bastard sprinkles.
This will be mild by comparison to most of the posts.
I have a good friend who has been, for many years, a drama queen, pathologically cheap even though she makes a very good salary, a compulsive hoarder, a denier, and just plain emotionally messed up.
After both of her parents passed, I had high hopes that she would get some grief counseling, take a nice long trip, then start fixing and cleaning up the house. None of this happened. In the past year, she has gained two sizes, barely gets any exercise, stays very late at work because she doesn’t want to be home; and when she’s at home, she talks to her dead parents’ photos “all the time” (her words).
Her electricity and plumbing are troubled, the fence is falling apart, the bumper is falling off her car, and her TV is so old that it cannot accommodate a DVD player which was a gift. She just got started on clearing out four years’ worth of accumulated junk mail. She put off finishing her root canal because she is even more of a tightwad than her folks were. She has the money to fix the aforementioned problems, but she hoards the money as well.
My concern is that there will be either a fire or flood in the home soon, and God knows what’s already living under all the junk.
You posted about both these before, haven’t you? I think the last one was in a discussion about “friendship deal-breakers”.
Maybe the fifth time will be the charm for her 
Btw, German cannibal guy (eater, not eatee)- Armin Meiwes (pronounced Mavis).
Wow, no wonder he turned out to be a wreck. Because, you know, all cross dressers are fucked up and run their lives
straight into the ditch. There’s no surer way to know that a dude will end up destroying himself than if he likes
wearing panties.
Really, when is this shit going to stop? Why this need to label everyone who enjoys something you (general “you”) don’t
enjoy as mentally unstable? Are all straight people really this insecure about themselves? (Oops, was I painting with a
broad brush there? How did that feel?)
Countdown until people start saying I’m a cross-dresser, just because I’m secure enough in my sexuality that I don’t
have to belittle them and treat them as second-class citizens, in 5, 4, 3…
It isn’t? It’s not fucked up to beat up prostitutes and steal their money, then stab their pimps to death? My, my, I’m
learning something about my fellow Dopers today…
Back to reality:
IME, this is the most accurate predictor of someone fucking up their lives and turning into a burden: the extreme
inability to recognize changing circumstances and start over at a lower position when one has to. I know some of these
folks from when my best friend was in a halfway house. He got out and made something of his life, thanks to a better
work ethic and a more realistic worldview, but some of these fucks have been unemployed for months and keep sucking off
the church’s teat while they wait for That Perfect Job to come back. There’s no ability to recognize that they’ve lost
their hireability for those jobs (they can’t stay clean for a couple of weeks and give a clean piss test; or they’ve been
convicted of a felony; or they can’t afford interview clothes; or their last reference is bad; or whatever) and they’d
better start lower and work their way back up. Most people with a decent work ethic can start over at a lower pay grade
and prove that they deserve the promotions–and they’ll get them. Hell, with a decent bullshit game, someone like
this woman should be able to stick herself into middle management somewhere. But when they stick to their vision that
they’re entitled to the same pay they had before they fucked their lives up, they’ll waste that time standing still
while their more enlightened brethren are moving forward. Where is she gonna be a year from now? By contrast, where
would she be a year from now if she had started on a lower step six months ago and worked her way up?
Sorry, I know I’m preaching to the choir, but I’m a Social Democrat and it really peeves me to see able-bodied and
-minded people sucking off the public teat when they could be working. It almost proves the Republicans right. Public
services are for people who need them, not people who could be working but don’t feel like it. Sigh. I’ve
got a similar story, but I can’t get into it without my blood pressure shooting up, since I used to work with the guy
and he caused me so much goddamn heartburn every god damned day. Fuck. See? I haven’t even told the story…(It’s not
even all that entertaining, the guy was just such a fucking handful and spent his entire time fucking the rest of us
over and pushing the envelope to find out how much he could get away with without getting fired. I haven’t worked there
for over a year, and I recently heard that he’s still there, still pushing the envelope as hard as ever, and still
immune to any consequences whatsoever.)
That sounds a lot like a guy who I thought was my friend for a while. I don’t know which is worse, but what was scary
about him was that his use and abuse of every girl who let him get close to her was purely hedonistic. He never did it
to get anything in particular out of them–getting a free place to stay or having someone around to clean the kitchen
was a nice bonus, but thanks to a brisk business in pot and coke he had enough money and time that he didn’t need or
particularly want those things–except for his own sick pleasure. Real fucked up dude, and similarly, it’s thanks to him
that almost every female friend of mine from high school got some serious scarring* by the time they could legally smoke
those cloves.
- Physical, mental, and spiritual. The fuckup trifecta, you might say.
Sleeps with Butterflies, you win the thread. 
Man, it’s crazy how many of these people I know. My ex’s best friend (remember the thread about my nether shaving, where
I talked about my sexual misadventures with my GF at the time and how her best friend tried to get in on the action?
That girl–same night) texted her fuck buddy to tell him that she was pregnant, and then wouldn’t return any
further messages or calls. She wasn’t actually pregnant; she got the idea somehow that she was–with no evidence, other
than her shoddy birth control habits–and after she took a few tests and they turned out negative, she decided to text
the guy with that lie anyway because it would be funny. I don’t know the guy, but as a man I’m proud of him for dumping
her psycho ass as soon as he found out what she’d pulled.
Easy there, killer, I made no judgement of his sexual views, it was merely a part of his makeup while he was busy self destructing. Save the bile for someone who really IS sexually bigoted.
There’s the friend-of-a-friend who, in his early 30s, was still working at the same pizza parlor that he did when he was in college (he didn’t finish his degree), still living in his parents’ basement, and was in a sexual relationship with a woman around his age who had some sort of mental retardation/developmental delay problem. She was at an emotional age around grade school or so, and could not live on her own; I forget what her housing situation was. Plus she had a violent temper and the two would occasionally get in physical fights with each other, to the point where IIRC his parents ended up throwing him out of the house because of the fights and their issues with him having sex with her.
Oh, and he was a very sexually-focused “furry”, and drew lots of pornographic, BDSM anthropomorphic cartoon drawings (like the Rescue Rangers in Nazi-bondage gear doing sex acts) which he’d show you until you had to almost anger him with your vehemence to not want to see them because otherwise he wouldn’t get the clue. He also played female characters in furry role-playing online/on the phone, got very attached to his male RP lovers, but did the way-over-the-top insistence that he’s not gay if you got anywhere near the issue.
Mine’s very mild by comparison, but funny (to me). I knew for a number of years a small town loser who had a huge need to lie about anything and everything, to the point where the lines started to blur between fact and fiction. For a short time, he moved out of state to live with a friend, but that friend eventually kicked him out when he realized the loser was never going to be able to get a job and help support himself. The final piece of evidence that convinced him: the loser was filling out his job applications using the name from his Dungeons and Dragons character sheet!
:smack:
McLovin?
Original German Cannibal thread!
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?t=174724&highlight=meiwes
The Master’s own article, which I didn’t know about till now-
Thread on The Master’s own article.
I now know more about people with vore than I ever wanted to. And I think they are all truly f’ed up.
Ed needs to edit that column. The cannibal dude was retried and convicted of murder.
Many years ago I worked withthis guy.
He was always kind of a drugged out party guy, tried convincing me to go out and get wasted with his freinds on the weekend. I never took him up on it.