He asked for chocolate cake, i asked him if he'd brushed his teeth.
He said 'yes'.
I asked if he would brush his teeth again after the chocolate cake.
He said 'yes'.
I suggested a sandwich instead, and asked what meat he'd like... 'ham' he replies and then as an afterthought 'and... tomato too'. So i got him one.
He's got schizophrenia. I'm a welfare worker. We're here tonight sharing space but that's it, i'll never know what he endures - don't want to.
A good friend told me tonight that we keep them away from hell, from the suffering that is their lot. It's all we do. She's resigned now - yet another burnt out comet of kind spirit...
I need sleep. Tired.
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