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I have to dash out to New Jersey (talk about damage to my own mental health) today, but will spend some time thinking over which tales of terror and psychosis I'll be offering for your education and enjoyment ...
But, a tidbit for you all:
We had a guy come in that was insisting he was Jesus Christ, had a problem with demons ... would be talking to you quite calmly then suddenly become angry and announce his divinity, "I am Jesus Christ. I don't have to take medication. Who are you?" "I'm not a demon, sir, that's for sure. Can I get you another cup of juice, and how about a cigarette?"
Now, that's not the story I'm really telling. That guy just got us reminiscing ... a few years ago we had at the same time one patient who said he was Jesus, and another who was certain he was God. Jesus was agitated, acting up, and threatening people. One of my coworkers addressed this with him by saying ... "You're dad is down in room 109. You don't want me to tell him what you're doing right now, do you?"
It worked.
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