A while back, because I was so good working with violent tards, I was invited to work with a young man who was probably 19-21. He was supertarded and violent and lived at a special 'house' with another (even more violent) supertard. Most of his waking day was spent desperately trying to pull his own head off. Not metaphorically, literally. This also included trying to tear his own face off, gouge his own eyes out, everything you can imagine. He was insanely driven to switch himself off. All while wailing. Wailing like a grown man watching helplessly from a beach while the boat with his wife and family is on fire out at sea. He was the first retard I'd ever seen who had been prescribed actual physical restraints: Metal bars which kept him from bending his arms to reach his face and head. They were part of a custom-made straight jacket. They could only be on for x hours at a time and then caregivers had to take them off and hold his arms by hand while he strained and cried out because it was 'inhumane' to leave the metal bars (which were both just slightly bent from years of stress). It's actually so much worse than that but I'm gonna stop there. I couldn't work with him. It was too horrifying. It's been about 4 years now but I can still see him, hear him. He's still out there, right now while you're reading this, being kept alive by the state. And wailing and trying to end it all. It's one of the most disturbing things I've personally witnessed. It still scares me to think about. That's the first time I ever saw "A Fate Worse Than Death" with my own two eyes.
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