Tard stories

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swampshack
However, when we let the moo back - well lets just say I don't know if he liked that very much.

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kookiecrisp

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swampshack
However, when we let the moo back - well lets just say I don't know if he liked that very much.

Damn, that almost sounds like if he was conscious of that shit on the inside. What if he thought like a full grown man, and then he gets to have his moo "baby" him? I'd be fucking grossed out and pissed off too.

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kidlesskim
I can't recall if someone on here told it, but wasn't there a story about a teen Awtard mainstreamed into regular school who used to whip out his wiener and pull his pud in class as fast as he could until a male teacher could intervene?

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gymrat
I have a story similar to Thom's. This was awhile back, and, God rest her soul, the girl has since died. But there was this teenager who went to a nearby high school who got this weird virus that was going around. Two people in her town actually died from it, but with her, the virus attacked her brain. In a few week's time, she went from being a pretty, popular cheerleader to a spastic tard who had to be strapped into a wheel chair. Her parents placed her in a nursing home in the town where I taught, and then enrolled her in our school! Since she was only 17, she was allowed to be there, but her "being there" consisted of having a full-time aid who pushed her around in a wheelchair from study hall to study hall. She was only in school for about two hours a week, as that was all she could handle. The aid would wheel her into my study hall, and all the girls in that study hall (many of whom knew her before the virus) would gather around, talk softly to her, and take turns petting her as she chirped, writhed, and moaned. I shared with the guidance counselor that I couldn't help but think that if that girl could realize not only what she had become but also how they were showing her around in her diminished state, how horrified she would be. The guidance counselor agreed, but our hands were tied. It was what the parents DEMANDED. Thankfully they didn't push it past the age of 18, because mentally handicapped kids are allowed to stay in school until they turn 21. I guess the parents figured minimal interaction was better than nothing, but still, it was heartbreaking.

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gymrat
I have a story similar to Thom's. This was awhile back, and, God rest her soul, the girl has since died. But there was this teenager who went to a nearby high school who got this weird virus that was going around. Two people in her town actually died from it, but with her, the virus attacked her brain. In a few week's time, she went from being a pretty, popular cheerleader to a spastic tard who had to be strapped into a wheel chair. Her parents placed her in a nursing home in the town where I taught, and then enrolled her in our school! Since she was only 17, she was allowed to be there, but her "being there" consisted of having a full-time aid who pushed her around in a wheelchair from study hall to study hall. She was only in school for about two hours a week, as that was all she could handle. The aid would wheel her into my study hall, and all the girls in that study hall (many of whom knew her before the virus) would gather around, talk softly to her, and take turns petting her as she chirped, writhed, and moaned. I shared with the guidance counselor that I couldn't help but think that if that girl could realize not only what she had become but also how they were showing her around in her diminished state, how horrified she would be. The guidance counselor agreed, but our hands were tied. It was what the parents DEMANDED. Thankfully they didn't push it past the age of 18, because mentally handicapped kids are allowed to stay in school until they turn 21. I guess the parents figured minimal interaction was better than nothing, but still, it was heartbreaking.

No kidding. I actually have had people do the baby talk thing and pet me on the head like I was a puppy dog or something, and I can walk, talk and speak.

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gymrat
I have a story similar to Thom's. This was awhile back, and, God rest her soul, the girl has since died. But there was this teenager who went to a nearby high school who got this weird virus that was going around. Two people in her town actually died from it, but with her, the virus attacked her brain. In a few week's time, she went from being a pretty, popular cheerleader to a spastic tard who had to be strapped into a wheel chair. Her parents placed her in a nursing home in the town where I taught, and then enrolled her in our school! Since she was only 17, she was allowed to be there, but her "being there" consisted of having a full-time aid who pushed her around in a wheelchair from study hall to study hall. She was only in school for about two hours a week, as that was all she could handle. The aid would wheel her into my study hall, and all the girls in that study hall (many of whom knew her before the virus) would gather around, talk softly to her, and take turns petting her as she chirped, writhed, and moaned. I shared with the guidance counselor that I couldn't help but think that if that girl could realize not only what she had become but also how they were showing her around in her diminished state, how horrified she would be. The guidance counselor agreed, but our hands were tied. It was what the parents DEMANDED. Thankfully they didn't push it past the age of 18, because mentally handicapped kids are allowed to stay in school until they turn 21. I guess the parents figured minimal interaction was better than nothing, but still, it was heartbreaking.

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Cambion
Wow, that sounds fucked-up, gymrat. But from the perspective of illnesses in general, it sounds rather interesting. What kind of an easily-transmitted virus would fry someone's brain to the point of turning them into a retard, I wonder? Measles or meningitis, maybe? It's just not often I hear about someone who was normal that becomes a tard.

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Cambion
Wow, that sounds fucked-up, gymrat. But from the perspective of illnesses in general, it sounds rather interesting. What kind of an easily-transmitted virus would fry someone's brain to the point of turning them into a retard, I wonder? Measles or meningitis, maybe? It's just not often I hear about someone who was normal that becomes a tard.

I don't know what the virus was. I just remember that two other people died from it, and it attacked this girl's heart and brain. It was about 15 years ago, but I'll ask some friends of mine who live in that town who would probably remember what happened and what exactly caused it.

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Cambion
Wow, that sounds fucked-up, gymrat. But from the perspective of illnesses in general, it sounds rather interesting. What kind of an easily-transmitted virus would fry someone's brain to the point of turning them into a retard, I wonder? Measles or meningitis, maybe? It's just not often I hear about someone who was normal that becomes a tard.

I don't know what the virus was. I just remember that two other people died from it, and it attacked this girl's heart and brain. It was about 15 years ago, but I'll ask some friends of mine who live in that town who would probably remember what happened and what exactly caused it.

Sounds like meningitis. Poor girl.

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Cambion
You know what the best part is about Spedley? He has a driver's license. Someone decided it would be a fabulous idea to let him have access to a vehicle at one point. From what I was told, he was normal when he was younger, but due to drug and alcohol use in his teens, he developed schizophrenia. I'm not sure if that's how schizophrenia actually works. Is it possible to develop a mental illness like that so much later in life?

And yes, not all mentally ill people are dangerous. Some are socially awkward, some need to take extra time to learn, some might need speech therapy. People with mild issues can often manage them with treatment and medication and can function just fine in normal society. But the dangerous retards? Aside from keeping shrinks and nut house staff employed, they serve no purpose. Often times they will never get better, they will never be able to be part of normal society because of their behavior, you can't arrest them because of their illness, and they pose a danger not only to others, but to themselves. On top of that, folks with more mild illnesses may have the capacities to realize that they do need medication for whatever is wrong, whereas retards often will not take medication because they feel they don't need it or they don't want to take evil government pills.

Maybe it makes me a mean bitch, but I think that for the very violent, incurable crazies, the best thing for them and for everyone else would be to line them all up in front of a firing squad and blow them all away. If an animal is violent or crazy, it gets put down. If a violent dog terrorizes the neighborhood, biting random people and killing other people's pets, it's not captured, rehabilitated and let back into the neighborhood. It gets killed, either via euthanasia or a pissed-off neighbor with a shotgun. The same should be done for humans who are way beyond help. Once they prove they cannot be helped and are too dangerous to be around others, why exactly do they need to be alive? All they're going to do is hurt others and themselves.

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nathanomir
I also call bullshit on the theory that drug use causes schizophrenia. It may damage parts of the brain and cause disorders that have similar symptoms, but they are not schizophrenia.

I'm schizotypal, the middle of the schizophrenic spectrum. I live in a delusional world, but I know it. I know it's a fantasy world. And I like it. My mother and my grandmother were also schizotypal (informal diagnosis of them made by me based on remembering their behavior and how similar it was to my own). None of us ever used drugs (okay, I have now and I'll get to that). At 85, my grandmother shifted into full blown schizophrenia -- she saw animals that were not there. So, ours is inherited. I'd bet good money on Spedley's being inherited, too, somehow. Possibly a bad gene that skipped generations.

Now, to the drugs. Back in April, DW and I visited a friend in Boulder, Colorado. Marijuana is legal up there, so I tried it. I took three puffs. Yes, I inhaled. That was the first night in a long time that I actually had a calm brain! No agoraphobia, no paranoia, no antisocial feelings. In fact, I became Mr. Extrovert. I wanted to go out and make everyone laugh. When I came down, I said "Fuck that shit! I never want to feel that happy and good natured again!" So, that's pot. It actually had the reverse effects. I can't speak for cocaine, heroin, LSD, meth, etc.

Hmm. Tard stories. Not too many. Both are church tards. Sigh, the joys of charismatic denominations that seem to attract people like that. One was named Micah (he was 16) and the other was Joseph (23-35?). Both did the same thing. If they saw me, they both ran up to me and grabbed me in a hug. Not a "good to see you, brother" type hug, but a bearhug. Damn they were strong! Joseph knocked a few of my ribs loose once. They, they started talking and never shut up until they saw someone else to go assault, I mean, hug. And I could only understand about half of their words and none of their logic. They also either had bad teeth or never brushed them because they had the worst breath ever. Two completely different churches but with guys who could have been related.

OH! I just remembered this one. I was working at Borders in Orlando, and was on lunch break. I finished eating and it was time to return to the floor. I opened the door to the office. It opened into the music section. Right outside the door, standing by the teeshirts were two teenagers who looked like rejects from Deliverance! Both had severe buck teeth, sunken chins, and dangerously empty eyes. They looked right at me as if to say "You have nice ears." I ducked back inside the office and sat down for ten minutes.

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craftyzits
When I was 23 I came down with seven different viruses at one time. My case actually freaked out an ER nurse, and that isn't easy to do from what I understand.

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Cambion
Hehe, glad to see this topic is still going!

Another Spedley update. I mentioned he's out of the nut house he was in, but I found out yesterday that he is on even STRONGER medication than before. Because that sounds like a recipe for success: patient needs stronger meds, let them out of the psych hospital to go live with Mommy. Which means there's a possibility that Moo will stick him on a bus and send him here again just because he says he wants to go, and probably because she'll get sick of his ass real quick and will send him anywhere to get him out of her hair.

Thankfully since my mother refuses to have anything to do with him, I actually have been given the green light to call the police if his retarded ass shows up in the yard again.

Gods, this freak was already on some seriously heavy shit before (among them were tranquilizers so strong that he wouldn't even wake up to pee when his bladder was full), and the fact he requires stronger stuff leads me to believe he is getting worse. I wonder if he will reach a point where meds won't help him at all.

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lillyprincess
Not even Haldol (my fav pill, green 5mg brand name) will help! In fact Haldol is STRONGER then Thorazine!

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lillyprincess
Not even Haldol (my fav pill, green 5mg brand name) will help! In fact Haldol is STRONGER then Thorazine!

Haldol is stronger than Thorazine? Jesus Christ on a cracker, I've seen what Thorazine does to a person, I can't imagine what sort of jiggly mass of flesh Haldol could turn someone into. I've heard Thorazine being likened to as a near "chemical lobotomy", which is disturbing in it's own right.

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mumofsixbirds
It gives you the 'haldol shuffle'.

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mumofsixbirds
It gives you the 'haldol shuffle'.