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foggybottom -KidPittsburgh -foggybottom -
It's pretty much in the thread title.
Not really. The write up seems to have been authored by Christy Gordon via mysteriousuniverse.org using a collection of tales from 'allnurses', and has been reposted with permission on a dozen other sites.
http://mysteriousuniverse.org/2013/06/possessed-patients-true-tales-of-hospital-demons/
hence "pretty much"
Darth Ryase -
KP is my kind of guy. I approve this thread.
Works Cited:
Step Brothers (2008)
By Will Ferrel and Adam McKay, and John C. Reilly via Columbia Pictures
it's about 100min or so long. That scene happens toward the beginning, but not the very beginning, maybe more toward the middle, but not exactly the middle.
In for pants shitting.
^lmao!
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foggybottom -KidPittsburgh -foggybottom -KidPittsburgh -foggybottom -
It's pretty much in the thread title.
Not really. The write up seems to have been authored by Christy Gordon via mysteriousuniverse.org using a collection of tales from 'allnurses', and has been reposted with permission on a dozen other sites.
http://mysteriousuniverse.org/2013/06/possessed-patients-true-tales-of-hospital-demons/
hence "pretty much"
http://www.ttonline.org/threads/1145-How-to-cite-a-source-in-a-forum-discussion
Relevant discussion, and many of the points should apply here.
"And common sense/courtesy indicates that you can't just copy and paste information without telling people where you got that information from."
It's very disappointing to come on here and a large majority of the content is just pasted directly from other sources without credit. People scan reddit just to steal ideas for OG posts! Fackin' nonsense, imo.
Stop. You're making everyone realize how dumb I am. Stop.
Ok. I've never posted this here before but it had a profound effect on me.
When I saw about 25 I was a direct care aide for mentally retarded children and adults. I had done this since I was about 18 and actually loved the job. It was hard and gross at many times as I always had to feed, bathe and just generally help them with their daily living skills... Or complete lack thereof.
Anyways this one guy/client was dying and I was in the hospital with him as he basically waited on deaths door. His name was Michael and was a former patient at the infamous Willowbrook center (the one that made Heraldo famous). Michael was wheelchair bound, could not speak but could laugh and smile at you and would wave at me all the time, I'd sneak him candies and crap in violation of a million center rules lol.
Well one night in that hospital Michael time was near, I WAS THERE watching him. He was looking at me, then looked away, smiled (from his hospital bed), closed his eyes and with his gimpy outstretched hand opened and closed it, as if he was trying to grab someone's hand. He kept a huge smile on his face and passed right in front of me, dropping his hand. I was CONVINCED an angel had come for him and weeded like a baby... Miss that guy, he was an innocent
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Ttt for later
BillyRayChubbs -
Fuck this thread.
I'm outta here.
Agreed! I have a low tolerance for creepy.
For fucksakes. Here's a story citing me as the source. If you find it anywhere else it will be the AMA thread I did about working inpatient psychiatric and med/max/DR prison settings.
In or around 1995 I was working for a psychiatric center that housed mostly adolescents. We had a revolving door of depression cases, as you can imagine. So I'd see just about every level of depression from severe (based upon real circumstances like abuse) to bratty depression based upon stuff like "my mom won't let me stay out past 12."
And when I talk severe abuse I mean stuff I couldn't have written if I'd been paid Stephen King money and given a peaceful cabin in the woods with a year to think.
So after a couple years working at this place, nothing really surprised me anymore and nothing stood out as absnormal or out of the ordinary. That all changed when this 17 or 18 y/o showed up dressed in all black and looking like he hadn't showered or washed his clothing in years.
This kid had been dabbling in satanism and witchcraft. His reason was simply that it gave him power among his peers. He was very honest with me that nothing had happened despite all his rituals and spells and b.s. He said that the real power he'd gained was that no one wanted to mess with him anymore, so mission accomplished. But as far as getting spells to work, it had all been hocus pocus (if you'll pardon the pun). Until one day...
I don't remember anymore what happened, but he got scared away from it. He saw or heard something while he was practicing his dark arts. I wish I could remember. But that's not essential to the story. Anyway, he was sufficiently scared, so he went for a walk down a country road near his house. This was late afternoon, gravel road, nothing but fields on either side with the occasional bush or tree, wind blowing lightly like a storm was maybe on its way. Just him and nature. He was telling a few of us this story in a very melancholy way.
He told us that he decided to make a total break from satanism, so he renounced it then and there. Before he could make the short walk back home he saw one of the bushes in the ditch rustling. As he passed it a demon jumped out and bit him on the face, and cursed him.
You can think whatever you wish about his story. And you can fall on either side of the spiritual realm of possibility. But hopefully you will find this interesting.
As he told us this story, sitting there staring head and unflinching, and with us hanging on his every word, 4 red marks (two and two) appeared on his left cheek where he'd supposedly been bitten (or believed he had been bitten).
Anyway, back to the beginning - of all the adolescents I'd seen come and go through this place, this kid (without a history of abuse other than bullying at school) was the most depressed human being I ever met. He was almost apologetic in his depression. He said there was simply nothing anyone could do for him because the spiritual things that continued to harrass him (even as he was a patient there) were well beyond the reach of any meds or counseling.
This kid also never slept. He kept his eyes open all night, and while I didn't spend every minute of every day with him, I did work enough double shifts and overnights to know that during our 15 min checks he was always laying there awake with the light on, afraid of the dark and afraid to close his eyes.
El Pollo Homo -BillyRayChubbs -Fuck this thread.
I'm outta here.
I'm with this guy
If fuckin BRC is runnin from this shit, I gots no chance! I'm out
Never seen the bullshit these nurses are talkin [sic] about.
Reality is a hard taskmaster.
slo ko -
For fucksakes. Here's a story citing me as the source. If you find it anywhere else it will be the AMA thread I did about working inpatient psychiatric and med/max/DR prison settings.
In or around 1995 I was working for a psychiatric center that housed mostly adolescents. We had a revolving door of depression cases, as you can imagine. So I'd see just about every level of depression from severe (based upon real circumstances like abuse) to bratty depression based upon stuff like "my mom won't let me stay out past 12."
And when I talk severe abuse I mean stuff I couldn't have written if I'd been paid Stephen King money and given a peaceful cabin in the woods with a year to think.
So after a couple years working at this place, nothing really surprised me anymore and nothing stood out as absnormal or out of the ordinary. That all changed when this 17 or 18 y/o showed up dressed in all black and looking like he hadn't showered or washed his clothing in years.
This kid had been dabbling in satanism and witchcraft. His reason was simply that it gave him power among his peers. He was very honest with me that nothing had happened despite all his rituals and spells and b.s. He said that the real power he'd gained was that no one wanted to mess with him anymore, so mission accomplished. But as far as getting spells to work, it had all been hocus pocus (if you'll pardon the pun). Until one day...
I don't remember anymore what happened, but he got scared away from it. He saw or heard something while he was practicing his dark arts. I wish I could remember. But that's not essential to the story. Anyway, he was sufficiently scared, so he went for a walk down a country road near his house. This was late afternoon, gravel road, nothing but fields on either side with the occasional bush or tree, wind blowing lightly like a storm was maybe on its way. Just him and nature. He was telling a few of us this story in a very melancholy way.
He told us that he decided to make a total break from satanism, so he renounced it then and there. Before he could make the short walk back home he saw one of the bushes in the ditch rustling. As he passed it a demon jumped out and bit him on the face, and cursed him.
You can think whatever you wish about his story. And you can fall on either side of the spiritual realm of possibility. But hopefully you will find this interesting.
As he told us this story, sitting there staring head and unflinching, and with us hanging on his every word, 4 red marks (two and two) appeared on his left cheek where he'd supposedly been bitten (or believed he had been bitten).
Anyway, back to the beginning - of all the adolescents I'd seen come and go through this place, this kid (without a history of abuse other than bullying at school) was the most depressed human being I ever met. He was almost apologetic in his depression. He said there was simply nothing anyone could do for him because the spiritual things that continued to harrass him (even as he was a patient there) were well beyond the reach of any meds or counseling.
This kid also never slept. He kept his eyes open all night, and while I didn't spend every minute of every day with him, I did work enough double shifts and overnights to know that during our 15 min checks he was always laying there awake with the light on, afraid of the dark and afraid to close his eyes.
Gasp.
IsoMetric -Ok. I've never posted this here before but it had a profound effect on me.
When I saw about 25 I was a direct care aide for mentally retarded children and adults. I had done this since I was about 18 and actually loved the job. It was hard and gross at many times as I always had to feed, bathe and just generally help them with their daily living skills... Or complete lack thereof.
Anyways this one guy/client was dying and I was in the hospital with him as he basically waited on deaths door. His name was Michael and was a former patient at the infamous Willowbrook center (the one that made Heraldo famous). Michael was wheelchair bound, could not speak but could laugh and smile at you and would wave at me all the time, I'd sneak him candies and crap in violation of a million center rules lol.
Well one night in that hospital Michael time was near, I WAS THERE watching him. He was looking at me, then looked away, smiled (from his hospital bed), closed his eyes and with his gimpy outstretched hand opened and closed it, as if he was trying to grab someone's hand. He kept a huge smile on his face and passed right in front of me, dropping his hand. I was CONVINCED an angel had come for him and weeded like a baby... Miss that guy, he was an innocent
much respect for you for working at that place. I mean it.
thanks for sharing that story. I'm glad there are/were people like you working there.
This shit is retarded.
I work the night shift in the hospital on a busy med/surg floor and the only thing "interesting" that ever happens is pt's with dementia and sundowning who lose their minds and try to get OOB and pull out their IV's/CBI and shit.
fucking in ... KidPitt with another good one!
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