So what would you do?

Call comes in, 'Suicide/Mental Health - Violent Patient.

You wait six minutes for the Cops (from whom the call came)
The two girls (still with big guns) who turn up ask
'Don't you know her?, '
'She hates us'
'It'll get very out of hand if we go in first!'

I failed the mental health course last year when I was doing Uni by correspondence.
I think it was designed by someone who didn't know what it was like to talk someone with a knife in to discarding it with out the shield of police protection in front of you.

I was not in great danger, the police were behind me, but out of sight and they did have those guns but I have to try my way first. She put the knife down, moved away from the chair (where another one was hidden) and sat in the middle of the lounge room while I pulled on every ounce of life experience I had to get us both out of there unharmed.

An hour we were there.

I never had her in my control but she let me guide her if it suited her mood at that moment.
She let me select Bra and Knickers to take because the bedroom had not been searched yet to let her in there.

Another three quarters of an hour at hospital trying to get her settled. She was aggressive to everyone but me, she had seen me before, I don't know where but she remembered the hair and moustache.

I felt I earnt my whole nights pay just on this job and did the other ten for free.

Those of you in the job will know I'm writing about this because it has had a profound affect on me.


Thanks for listening.

Taz feeling ordinary.

Be careful out there and I'll see you at the Big One.

Taz