Remember, if you smoke after sex you’re doing it too fast. ~Woody Allen
I remember with great fondness this one client I met 2 years ago. Her name was Irene and she had medium length dark hair. She had olive colored skin and beautiful dark brown eyes. She was diagnosed with undifferentiated schizophrenia and she was very introspective as is often the case with their kind.
Now you need to know some things about the hospital she lived in. We are a locked psychiatric unit, but other than that, our policies are pretty liberal. In fact, we follow a philosophy of allowing the greatest amount of freedom for each individual that he or she can handle without causing an “incident”, that is to say an event that brings harm to another or is likely to bring harm. For example, they have access to cable tv, their own personal computers, their own clothing and they can roam the grounds at will.
Residents can also participate in the “Sex Program”. This means that, while we cannot necessarily restrict sexual contact between clients on the unit, we engage them with the agreement that, in exchange for signing a pledge to follow certain safe sex practices, we will provide them with condoms, lubrication and a specially set aside room to have sex with each other in. This is really an attempt to keep them safe. Hepatitis C and HIV are widespread among the mentally ill.Anyway, back to Irene. She would sing. She believed that she was in a mystical state of communication with god. Whenever she experienced an intense and personal emotion, she found a nice quiet place and began to sing. Her songs had no set melody, no lyrics. They were these often beautiful, sometimes eery, occasionally annoying, extemporaneous vocalizations that she would do from time to time.
She also had a very healthy sexual appetite. She would use the sex room 2 or 3 times a day. If she had no partner, she would just walk up to a new guy, chit chat with him for a few minutes and next thing you know she would be hitting the nurse up for condoms. And none of us psych nurses had a negative thing to say about her.Anyway, one day a young man came on the unit aged 23. He had the same olive skin and dark brown eyes. He was also very popular with the other female clients. He had some good reasons for being detained (I won’t go into them here).
After he had been living there a few weeks, Irene propositioned him once and he refused. He was already seeing another client. She became despondent and morose. She stopped her singing. She stayed isolated to her room for a week. We could tell it effected her pretty deeply.But she never acted out because of this. She never gave in to jealousy and hit her rival or tried to ruin his reputation. She just dealt with it.
A month or so later, this young man finally said yes, after his current girlfriend was remanded to an emergency psych unit and therefore unavailable to him. They went to the sex room and about twenty minutes later the ward was flooded with the sound of her singing.
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