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Oh yeah...I remember.

When I was 6-7 years old I was spending the summer with my grandparents. My grandmother did not drive so we would often walk to town (the sprawling metropolis of 1950s Austell GA) which was maybe 1/2 mile or so from my grandparent's home. Often we would cross paths in town with this stooped over man who looked at us hard and would mumble things while doing the hard/mean/weird look...my grandmother would pull me close, hurry away and tell me "that man is crazy, let's just get away from him"...

One Saturday morning, towards the end of the summer, my grandmother and I walked from her house to the Austell bus station to catch the bus to Atlanta to go to the Riches and Davidson's Department stores and Thompson Boland-Lee shoe store to get me outfitted for school (the shoe store had a bunch of neat fish mounted on the walls as well as that cool X-ray machine so you could look down and see the bones in your feet...yeah it was an X-ray machine, unsupervised)...going to Atlanta on the bus was big adventure for a kid in the 50s...the 20 miles or so from Austell to Atlanta might have been 2000 miles...it was an adventure!

If the bus was on schedule it was due to arrive in a few minutes and my grandmother told me that if I needed to pee I should go pee now before the bus got there. The two restrooms were on the outside back wall of the old bus station (not men and women's restrooms...but "colored" and "white only"...I REMEMBER this). I had to pee so I walked out the door of the bus station (by myself...remember, this is the 1950s)...turned the corner and almost ran slap into the man my grandmother had deemed crazy. He had just cut another man's guts out, who was standing/leaning against the wall holding what looked to a 7 year old kid, his intestines in his hands. The crazy guy said (I remember every word and how he looked when he said it) "I've seen you and that woman before" and then just turned around and walked away and looked back at me once over his shoulder one more time and just kept kept walking away. I never saw him again. The guy he cut open ran away towards the Austell Clinic, which was a block away...I turned tail and ran back inside to my grandmother...whose reply to what told her what I had just witnessed, was "I said he was crazy"...then we waited on the bus to Atlanta...

Just a note...The Austell Clinic was another place I feared...if you went to the Austell Clinic, Doctor Clark would give you a penicillin shot with a huge needle that hurt like hell...I don't care what was wrong with you...you got an effing penicillin shot! I also think Dr. Clark was a crazy sadist with a huge painful needle and his nurse had to be the model for Cloris Leachman's character in High Anxiety ...both crazy IMHO...

The cut guy lived...I saw him wandering around for years...

No police came...nobody made much of a deal about it...the crazy guy just disappeared...I didn't pee at the bus station, I had to pee on the bus, another adventure...

That's my first encounter with genuine crazy and it marked me for awhile...my kids (when young) as well as my grandkids NEVER EVER go to a restroom unattended and I pretty much go armed all the time...you never know what you will encounter when you turn a corner.


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A couple many years ago rented a house my parents owned. It was across the road, I would see the man leaving home, but never saw the woman.

Until the day she came wanting to use the phone and borrow a ladder.

Seems the man had been locking the woman INSIDE every day when he left for work, she had climbed out the upstairs window, on the roof, dropped about 7 feet..

Needed the ladder to get back in the house so the man wouldn't know she had escaped and used the phone, wanted my step pop to take the ladder over and bring it back home after she climbed back in.

Think my step pop told them to move right after that.


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I'll tell another...the first time I thought I was going to have to *shoot* genuine crazy...

2008ish. I was sent with my sergeant and another officer to serve involuntary mental commitment papers on an elderly woman. It was a retirement type apartment building/public housing. Family was waiting in the hallway and a maintence guy let us into the apartment.

I was first in. It was dark inside, the only light coming from a small TV in the middle of the living room. As the darkness came into focus, I realized that the woman we were there for was sitting in a chair, facing the small TV. I reached with my hand to turn on the lights, and my hand glided across what should have been the switch.

I pulled my flashlight and shined it at the switch--taped over with black plastic. I shined my flashlight around the room and saw black plastic covering all the outlets and light switches in view. Aluminum foil covered the smoke detector and other electric devices, and an afgan blanket was wrapped and taped around the light of the ceiling fan above the woman.

I was taken a bit aback. I shined my light at the woman and saw the back of a figure covered in at least two blankets. She pushed the chair back and turned to face us, still sitting in the chair.

She looked disheveled. Unkept, unwashed, matted hair. We were still near the doorway, about 15 feet from where she was sitting. I watched in disbelief as she lifted a 12" chef's knife above her head, and said "I've been waiting for you" in a raspy, unbelievable, voice.

It was something straight out of a horror movie.

The sarge and I pulled our tasers, the other officer pulled her HK USP .45, as we eased closer to try to diffuse the situation. I judged that she would have to stand up, shake off the blankets, and get up/over the chair before she could do anything to us, so we approached. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

We were within 5 feet of her when she finally stood up. Chef's knife in hand, she turned to face us and one of the blankets fell. My sarge and I double tased her simultaneously. There was enough connection through the blanket to disable the woman and lead her to a staggered fall.

I kicked the knife away from her hands and we got her cuffed. The family outside the door was never the wiser, and we got her to the hospital without issue.


A few weeks later I got a letter from the chief that almost word-for-word said "thank you for not shooting that crazy woman with her family standing outside in the hallway".

That's one of two double simultaneous tasings I have been a part of. Certainly the better story of the two.




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I didn't see it first hand, did get a good description. Some years ago my brother's (now ex) wife went full schizophrenic in the middle of a major street, quite bizarre behavior. She is now a ward of the court (permanent psychiatric patient I think).




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Tet 1968 -

I was 8. Ma woke me up in the middle of the night telling me to go hide under the stairs with brothers and sisters. I was half asleep, didn't realize what was going, and thought the noises outside were from firecrackers. Went to pee and went right back to bed, but Ma kicked my butt to go under the stairs. It finally dawned on me that war finally hit right at home. Our house was right across the street from the Army headquarters. So, gunfire was right outside the door. Dad was a Major in the Army, and he somehow made it to work without even a bullet hole in his Jeep. Eek

We stayed inside most of the day, but finally snuck out as the sun was going down to escape. As we walked along, dead bodies were everywhere on the streets, and VCs were sitting around taking a break from the fighting. I looked at them as we walked by, and they looked up, appearing exhausted. All this time, I was scared shitless, thinking they were gonna kill us any second. We finally made it to my aunt's house, which is a little away from the hot zone.

This whole episode is tattooed in my brain. "Genuine crazy"? I don't know, but definitely genuinely frightening for a little boy.


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Yes...





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Back in the days when kids could wander off for hours and parents didn't worry about them, we'd frequently go catch crayfish under a railroad bridge a few miles from home.

One time, we arrived and set up operations just in time to hear a voice from up under the deck telling us that Jesus was dead. Repeatedly. A one legged hobo with the needle skipping on the crazy record- made the hairs stand up. Any time we went back there, the first place we'd look was up under that bridge deck before getting started.




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Yep, I think I was about 7 years old when my Uncle died. My Aunt(my Mom's sister, not through marriage) went through a bad patch and we didn't see much of her for a few years.
Fast forward 10 years and my Aunt starts coming around again. She was definitely off. Talked to herself and would wander off once in a while. She'd come back but most likely, it was a relative that would go out and find her.
My Mom died in 2006 and my Aunt used to call and want to talk with her. When I would politely tell her that she had died, she'd get crazy and tell me that I was trying to keep her away from her. I eventually got rid of the landline and she doesn't have my cell number. She can't drive and her kids have moved away.
I think everyone has that one family member.


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First time, a neighbor a few years younger than me that was a schizophrenic. He eventually was put on med's that seemed to help and worked most of his career for the Post Office. Brilliant in IQ terms but nutty. Luckily, not the dangerous type.
More recently, riding the MARTA train to ATL Airport, a guy got on in midtown that was into the preacher thing but not in a sane way. That's a thing you can see often on MARTA from my experience.


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I grew up with several sick relatives. I knew crazy before I knew normal.


I have an uncle that has had some ,,,,, episodes,

when he was living with my grandparents, he had his own room on the side porch,

seems he had some relatively violent nightmares or episodes while sleeping,

he is still around, 2x's divorced, and relatively calm as far as I know, (been a bit since I have seen him)


friend worked for a bakery, on my day off I would sometimes ride with him on his route, we would hit some gunshops or bike(pedal) shops while making deliveries,

in Petersburg there is a high volume of craziness, lots of group home type stuff,

pulled up in front of one small store and he told me before we opened the door, 'do not talk to anyone, grab the trays, walk right in, and talk to no one,'

thought that was odd, since he generally was one to talk to anybody,

so I did as told, and noticed (I work retail, tend to notice people and places) one lady talking to a sign post, a guy walking talking to himself, and the shop owner was eyeballing every one,

seems there was a halfway house nearby, and the folks in it tended to be an issue if they were spoken to,



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When I was in my early teens my parents has dropped me and my buddy off ti play mini golf and the plan was to pick us up at McDonalds later.

After we played golf we walked to McDonalds, got our food and sat down. The restaurant was fairly empty, us and one lone man sitting across from us. We were laughing and just being kids and all there sudden this guy is at our table telling us he GF left him for "one of them GD ni@@ers". We tried best we could to ignore him but that agitated him even more and he started screaming at us calling us "ni@@er lovers"

We had no idea what to do and thankfully a manager got involved
 
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My whole childhood, especially after my brother hit adolescence.

My older brother (a year older than me) is crazy. When he's on his meds, he's fine. But most of the time, he refuses to take his meds. Cue the paranoia, crippling social anxiety, sudden mood swings, and inexplicable angry outbursts.

He eked out an existence in my parents' basement up until about 5 years ago, when he unexpectedly gathered his few possessions and left one day. I haven't seen or spoken to him since.

Brilliant guy, intelligence-wise. But very mentally ill.
 
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I remember being in downtown Denver and heard a man screaming at the top of his lungs the same thing over and over as he walked down the street by himself yelling:
"Get yourself a job mother F, get yourself a job!"

This went on several minutes until he walked far enough away I could not hear him anymore.

He looked down and out from living on the streets.


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Just out of college, living in an apartment...

Lady and a couple little kids moved in next door.

She was hot. But, she was a screamer. I could hear it through the walls. Always screaming at the kids. It started in the morning and would go through the evening.

We'd see each other at the apartment laundry room on the weekends. I would talk to her and her kids while waiting for my machines to finish.

One day it got quiet. Come laundry day, one of the other residents told me she was carted away after showing up at the laundry room completely naked and screaming. He said the cops were called and took her away.

She never came back.




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Hmmm... so much crazy one that sticks out in my mind was my first year as an LEO. Went to a home on a check the welfare call. Parents were worried because their daughter had made a call and was rambling about being Jesus.

Arrived on scene and observed the female standing with her back to the wall. She had used two 12" long spikes to nail her bare feet to the floor. We kicked the door and stopped her as she attempted to pound a nail into her left hand.

I remember the crazy in her eyes as we entered and she frantically began swinging the hammer trying to sink the nail into her the flesh of her left hand. She smashed her hand and broke several fingers in the attempt.

She went to the funny farm. They released her two weeks later with some meds and then she did it again a couple of days after her release.
 
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Growing up in small-town Mississippi (think "To Kill a Mockingbird"), I mostly played with our across-the-street neighbors' kids. There were several; mostly girls. They lived in a large, two story house with lots of hide and seek opportunities. But you were forbidden to go up the stairs; the crazy aunt lived up there. She never showed herself to me. The mother, her sister, brought meals up to her. Once I tried to sneak up the stairs and was admonished to "Leave Aunt Effie alone!".

Later, as a teenager, I volunteered at the state school for retarded, located just outside town. These unfortunates were not crazy, but they were not right, either. One fall, I was asked to be an escort for my high school's homecoming parade. The parade always drove through the state school grounds to entertain the residents, who were turned out of the residence halls and lined up along the street. The staff cheered and clapped but the residents mostly just stared at us in amazement. I was riding on a convertible with the junior class beauty when an old man approached the car and started cussing a blue streak. Poor beauty didn't know what to do. It was a first for her.
 
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I've seen crazy before, but I saw a couple of years ago in downtown portland, I saw a guy with a beard digging through the trash wearing a hot pink tutu, hot pink fish net stockings, hot pink high heels and a silver construction worker's helmet.

Mind bleach can't get rid of it.

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I can't remember the first time. But I work in downtown Tacoma. I see crazy every day. Twice in the last week, I've made eye contact with someone while they were shitting or pissing on the sidewalk. Yesterday, the topless junkie lady popping a squat started talking eye-bugging jibberish at me just as she started her ammonia cloud-producing power stream. How she managed to smoke the cigarette and babble at the same time made my head spin. That was just yesterday and only the most interesting encounter so far this week.


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I was just saying to myself the other day that I do not believe that talking to ones self is a sign of insanity. Of course I agreed with myself.


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