Maybe I’ve written about this already I don’t know.
But when you land yourself in a psych unit, well, most tend to have a sense of humor.
Maybe it’s the ah, fuck, what now?
Or just the absolutely bonkers things you witness.
So if you have a shred of sanity left, you kind of have to laugh.
The medical professionals have zero humor.
But the techs do.
The techs are what got me through more than any therapist or psychiatrist – they talked me off ledges.
Because they’re all busting their asses making no money dealing with crazy town day in and day out.
So they have our humor. And they will sit you down and talk to you in real terms – not some psychobabble bullshit.
Like man, I’m just trying to make it through, we all are, you’ll get through this.
But at any rate.
One time there was an escape.
And a few of the patients were talking about it – someone had heard that the staff couldn’t tackle the escapee – they had to wait for the police to do that – but the staff was chasing them anyway.
So we were like….so how are they gonna bring them back if they can’t touch them?
And this young guy, still with rope burns around his neck, just whips up his hand, and starts singing “STOP in the naaaaame of love”
And we all crack up.
And I’m sure it was a hell of a day for paperwork and staff and admins and whatnot.
But we were amused.
Laughs and Lobotomies 