…Oi thinks oi’m starting to loike 'anna! (…'er proveshunalism, that is!)
It used to be a job for the police woman escorting the sectioned females to hospital in the ambulance
It was not a nice job and I hated it
First the doctor usually had to sedate them so it was safe for me and the ambulance crew to be with the poor women
So I admire a Fish for doing that job
It will have been easier because she knew and (poor silly woman) trusted me, and had not I think taken in that she was being sectioned. She thought she was going to have a check-up (unspecified) so they could be sure it would be ok for her to go to bed, and they would provide the bed, which was true as far as it went.
I felt like someone taking a dog to be castrated, or some equivalent.
Heartbreaking job isn’t it?
As far as I know she wasn’t particularly helped by it, either.
My admiration for anyone who can do what must be such a soul-destroying job is only ratcheted higher when I read such stories! I must be lucky in that in my three-score -and-nine years, I have never had to do anything remotely similar to that, although I’ve taken many cell–mates to be euthanized!
I am sorry about the cell-mates, Sturmers. I mean, I know that it is something one has to make allowance for from the beginning, but it still hurts.