The title says it all.
I had a bit of a thing in my last post didn't I. Some took the asumption that I knew little about mental health. But that post brought back memories of My familys suicides and My experience.
My Grandad who was tied to a gun carrage wheel in the 1914-18 war, he survived it and came home shell shocked. he had many years of inner misery and mental torment, he drank every day to cope. He worked in a iron foundry and that's where they found him. I'll leave you to imagine the worst.
My Cousin who had epilepsy and worked as a watchmaker in the jewelry quarter, Several times he would end up at the bus garage because people had left him thinking he was a drunk. He decided that it would be the last time and put a shotgun under his chin. I'll leave you to imagine what we had to clean up.
In my working life I had to visit St Margerets Hospital in Birmingham It stood in about 3-400 acres of land. I was led into a corridor and had to wait to see the Matron. Soon I was surounded by patients holding my hand and tugging on my jacket, asking if I was taking them out. I was a human magnate. As i walked the coridoor some would leave and some new ones would atatch them selves to me desperate for attention. Every time I see a fish swimming by a sea anemone and the tenticals try to pull the fish in I think of them. The Sister came to find and rescue me and led me to the Matrons Office I started to tell her I'd come about the Visitors Reception area and she said can I stop you there, If I said that about six people a year come to visit that would be pushing it!! She said there were a couple of hundred abandoned souls in there. I was gob smacked. I thanked her for her time and ended our meeting. I was escorted back down the corridor and was again magnatised. even outside I could hear them calling me. On the drive out through the park land I had to stop before I got to the gate house. I pulled in by a lake to get my breath and shed a tear for them because I couldn't help.
I felt like that the other night. Perhaps I was getting too involved and in my frustration made a bad judgment.
I hope some of my posts have been of help to some of you. Afterall I've had over 50 years of sexual activity.
I hope you all can have as many happy years as me.
Did I tell you about the Hippy I knew in the sixties. lol
She said "The only constant in life is change" then she went. lol
Time for a change.
I think I'll look for some more property and perhaps another motorcycle.
Loved you all. xx
Keep it clean. Play safe. But most of all.
Enjoy. xx