Michele, this woman across the hall from me at the Institution, called me the other day to say I was not gone 20 minutes when the screamer started screaming and hasn't stopped. Michele said she thinks the screamer was afraid of me -- and I knew that I was controlling her. I had told her dead seriously the day she moved in that there was no screaming in this room and if she wants to be in this room she can't scream. I also gave her a bunch of old clothes and about 1/2 inch left in the bottle of my fancy shower gel. I was good to her.
Then the other night, Michele told me she threw her dinner tray out of the room and it went all over the hallway. Makes me glad that the staff has to deal with her, but sorry for Michele that she has to hear it. I am so glad to be out of that loony bin.