Since I've been re-assigned to babysit a client who has yet to be released from the psych ward, I am pretty much a third wheel there. Consequently, they move me around from building to building to fill staffing shortages.
On Saturday night, that lucky building's manager received a call from one of the client's mothers. She wanted the facility to retrieve her son and return him to the facility because she was unable to do it.
The manager agreed to come and quickly nominated me as designated driver.
It turned out that my destination was a precinct house.
Mom was in jail. That was why she couldn't bring him back.
One of the officers explained that B's mother was evidently blowing a man for drug money or drugs with B in the room watching just as the cops conducted a raid of that particular drug dealer.
Now, imagine that. This kid's mom was blowing a guy while her retarded son watched.
& they wonder why this kid continually fixates sexually on certain female staff.
B. looks like the Christmas Story kid only 20 pounds skinnier & sporting a crew cut.
He ambulates by dragging his legs behind him as he pulls himself along the floor.
He speaks relatively coherently, so all night he kept saying "she was blowing him & they arrested her. I hate them."
Then he'd bawl a bit & the tape loop would return to the beginning & start all over again.
Like a funeral dirge.