2013 has been awful. Did not see such horrible events coming.
In March, Jarrell signed out of a group home with a behavioral health unit. He went homeless that night and took an overdose of lithium. He was hospitalized, then transferred to a psych hospital. The group home would not take him back, so I accepted him into my care.
He moved back home in May (the same day I started my new job). It was bumpy. But over time things settled. Things seemed to be really calm by July. I was patient and pretty happy. I even told family and friends how well things were at home, nice and peaceful.
Jarrell wanted his own place with support. His case manager was working on this, but Jarrell's recent history of anger and aggression made him a difficult placement. His temper was getting worse. I took him on an interview for a day program, every time I contributed to the interview, he would go into a major rant. Needless to say, he was not accept.
I took him for his MD appointment (new appointment). He asked the clerk where was the bathroom; I pointed it out... he went into a rant again!
Regardless of his rants, they were not major issues. My home was peaceful. He has his own huge room in the back, computer, radio, DVD, cable tv and air-conditioning. The room is junky, he is a hoarder. The room is outright filthy. When he leaves out, I make the bed so there is some decency.
Lately he has been asking more about his own place. But as usual, I told him it will take time for his case manager to locate. In the meantime, I made sure he enjoyed my home.. I made muffins every morning, kept him with his Powerades, Crystal Light, and Diet Mountain Dew. I made sure he had a good meal prepared at 3am, before I would leave for work. I'm talking chili, pork chops, casseroles, pasta, pizza and fancy salads. He had his privacy. I leave out at 5:15am and back home by 5:15pm. I limited conversations to keep him from going "off". I often got bitter nasty emails from him, I only replied... "Noted"
Jarrell saw his therapist every week and his psychiatrist every month. He had a Ventra card and got allowance every single week. All the right things were being done to keep Jarrell happy.
On the night of October 1st, I was sleeping on the couch, woke up startled, being sprayed in the face, I screamed as Jarrell hit me with a 5 pound weight. He ran out the house, came back and called the police.
That was the end of Jarrell.
The paramedics arrived, police were very nice, and took him to the hospital.
After a few days, he was transferred to a psych unit.
I went to visit Jarrell, he cursed me out horribly and I left promptly. He said all of this was my fault because I did not move things fast for him to get placement.
Later, he met with his social worker, threw a chair which hit her.
He was moved to a different unit.
Jarrell's case manager is working to have him placed in a State Operated Facility.
I saw Jarrell yesterday. He looks like a walking zombie. He still cursed me out as I left.
No one in my family knows any of this...unless Jarrell told them.
If they ask, I will inform them. But I will not demonize him in the process.
He needs a restricted environment.
I am glad that he lived with me for the past 5 months. It was a good life. But he hated it. He has got to be totally crazy.
I know he is totally crazy. He lived in a nice group home. They even gave Jarrell his own apartment. Nevertheless, he did not get along with staff. His hospitalizations increased, more police calls from property damage. To show how crazy Jarrell was, he would leave his apartment to pick a fight with the building staff. A kind older gentleman.
Jarrell had 12 years of wonderful independence. Always with his own bedroom or apartment. The last 5 months were the best on this earth for him.
Again, I am glad he lived with me for these last 5 months. He hated it. No one on this earth would have it that good. He had his chance. He showed his mental state which is not good at all.
