Apologies for length and lack of the funneh
Picture the scene;

I've just moved out of home to go and live with a friend (he lurks around here occasionally but I don't know his username) in a nice quiet suburb or Birmingham. All is well I'm settling into being away from home (albeit only about 10 mins from my Mums house) money is tight but then I was only working part time but had enough for rent and the occasional night out.

I had recovered from quite a serious depression about 6 months previously and was getting used to being able to go and do what I wanted when I wanted, within reason.

Unfortunately neither I (nor any Doctors) had anticipated that the depression had been anything other than a reaction to the passing of a relative with whom I had spent all my life living with. I started to become ill again and once more began taking medication to attmept to pull me out of the depression. During this time I became rude, argumentative, incredibly smelly and a complete cunt to be around. Unsurprisingly I also lost my job.

What at the time neither I nor the Doctors new was this depression was the precursor to a manic episode. I don't recall a huge amount about the few weeks that this went on but I do remember doing such strange things as running round the garden trying to make myself pass out sand papering my hands and various other silly arse schemes that seemed like a such a good idea at the time.

The reason above all the others why I was such a "memorable" house guest was one particular evening. A friend was in the process of divorcing his then wife and as they were still living together he and his new girlfriend would come and stay in the spare room at the house I was living in.

To this day I'm not sure why things went the way they did, I had been drinking and watching the football I think, but about 2am I awoke and went downstairs to grab a glass of water. The kitchen had a large glass window overlooking the rear garden. I was acutely aware I was being watched through this window by an alien. I saw it. I know I did. It was their. As clear to me then as the computer infront of me now is.

I panicked grabbing a sword that my Wing Chun practicing housemate had hanging n the hall way, grabbed the torch and went out into the back garden to find the alien. This is were my mates have filled out what happened as my recollection is a little hazy to say the least. R the chap whose house I was living in and R2 the chap who was visiting us with his girlfriend (first time I had met her. God only knows what she thought she had walked into)come outside to find out what all the shouting and flashing of torches is all about to be greeted by a now hysterical me screaming about aliens and running around like a man possessed.

In trying to calm me down I very nearly hit R2 with the sword before he gets it off me and the next thing I know is everyone sat around me as I cry like a baby for a few hours. Utterly terrified and completely bewildered as to what is ging on. They then help me to bed after phoning my Mum (a nurse) to let her know her son has gone batshit mental.

A trip to the Doctor's and a move back home were very much in order.

I want to say this though. If my housemates had phoned the police or the mental health team, as they probably should have, then life would have been very different for me. I would almost certainly have been sectioned and things would have been very different.

So I suppose this was more suited to a "friends" QOTW but it's a tenuos (sp) enough link.

I've tried to thank R and R2 on several occasions but they both stop me before I get the chance to finish so here I can type it and say it.

Thankyou.

Oh and R congratulations on soon becoming a Dad for the first time. You'll be fantastic.

Sorry for lack of funneh.
(kickstandrich last had sex with your mum/sister/wife/daughter on, Thu 6 Jan 2011, 18:09, 1 reply)

If you're running around waving a sword
the police are more likely to shoot you dead on the spot.

news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/1436689.stm
(Mr T, Fri 7 Jan 2011, 9:30, closed)