Cactus Annie
Refugee
Last week my mum's ex got back in touch with her for the first time in 4 years. They were going out for about a year. It was a very troubled relationship because he suffered from schizophrenia.
His behavior tended to be very erratic. For example on my mum's birthday he told her that he would take her to Scotland but when the day came he told her he had to go and look after his mum instead because someone had just told him when he was in the supermarket that his mum was in danger. However this was false because my mum had been in the supermarket with him and knew that no one spoke to him. Once he said that he had been depressed for days after he sat on the bus next to a women called Lucy (the name of his ex). He also used to take huge delight in starting argument out of petty things, such as a storyline on a TV programme, and he used to enjoy seeing how he could use this argument to test how far he could push my mum by saying unnecessary spiteful things that will upset her.
He was the only man I met who suffered from some kind of compulsive behavior. Just the act of putting something in the bin meant that he would have to excessively fill up the bassen in the bathroom with warm water and scrub his hands with washing up liquid from the kitchen (he said that soap doesn't kill germs properly). He also had a phobia of being sick. Once when I had the flu he said that he couldn't come up to the flat in case he catches the flu and he is sick.
Well now he's been staying at my mum's fro just over a week. Apparantly he's just come out of the hospital after suffering a breakdown. His illness had got so bad that he had started to spend all his money on silly things. His mum told my mum that she had to buy all his shopping for him using his money because he could not be trusted with it. If he had £1 in his pocket he would spend it 100 1 penny sweets. If he had 10p he would buy an onion. If he had no money he would pawn anything he could. He pawned a neckless belonging to his mum and she had to buy it back. That's when she knew he needed help. When his mum went up to his flat she said that all he has is a sofa that he sleeps on, a huge pile of washing up that was going mouldy and all his cloathes that were scattered on the floor.
His behavior tended to be very erratic. For example on my mum's birthday he told her that he would take her to Scotland but when the day came he told her he had to go and look after his mum instead because someone had just told him when he was in the supermarket that his mum was in danger. However this was false because my mum had been in the supermarket with him and knew that no one spoke to him. Once he said that he had been depressed for days after he sat on the bus next to a women called Lucy (the name of his ex). He also used to take huge delight in starting argument out of petty things, such as a storyline on a TV programme, and he used to enjoy seeing how he could use this argument to test how far he could push my mum by saying unnecessary spiteful things that will upset her.
He was the only man I met who suffered from some kind of compulsive behavior. Just the act of putting something in the bin meant that he would have to excessively fill up the bassen in the bathroom with warm water and scrub his hands with washing up liquid from the kitchen (he said that soap doesn't kill germs properly). He also had a phobia of being sick. Once when I had the flu he said that he couldn't come up to the flat in case he catches the flu and he is sick.
Well now he's been staying at my mum's fro just over a week. Apparantly he's just come out of the hospital after suffering a breakdown. His illness had got so bad that he had started to spend all his money on silly things. His mum told my mum that she had to buy all his shopping for him using his money because he could not be trusted with it. If he had £1 in his pocket he would spend it 100 1 penny sweets. If he had 10p he would buy an onion. If he had no money he would pawn anything he could. He pawned a neckless belonging to his mum and she had to buy it back. That's when she knew he needed help. When his mum went up to his flat she said that all he has is a sofa that he sleeps on, a huge pile of washing up that was going mouldy and all his cloathes that were scattered on the floor.