Apparently there's another bald Mr. J in the ward where I am currently posted to, in a mental hospital.
This is a 22 years old cheerful chap whose mood fluctuates. Contrary to his actual age, he is basically a pre-school child in the head. Having intellectual deficit must be really challenging for his family. Having intellectual deficit makes him a big baby, only too hard to control when he gets upset. Because as a child, and throwing temper tantrums is only natural; as a 22 year-old physically fit person, let's just say it's easier to handle a crying little kid who is of size of a little kid. Well, if I were a parent of such a child I'd be heartbroken to send him or her to be looked after by nurses, among other mentally unwell patients.
To be honest I do question his existence, or at the very least, his condition. How could a loving God let such thing happen to Mr. J? What did the boy do to be born with intellectual deficit? Not that I am in any position to question an almighty God. Just being true and honest here.
For the past week I took the opportunity to build rapport with Mr. J and got to know quite a bit about him. He doesn't speak but is able to communicate with simple sign language. Furthermore he is good with numbers. Apparently he only writes numbers, the only alphabets I was able to make him write were those in his first name. I must admit understanding Mr. J has been quite of a challenge.
He shares his snacks, very few of the patients there are willing to. He smiles and make people do the same. He can like or dislike certain persons, just like all people do. He feels happy when his parents come to visit and would feel sad when they had to leave. For all I care, this boy is just like any other boy out there. If not, better. I've never seen him deliberately hurting another person in the ward, I believe he will never harm intentionally. One night as I tucked Mr. J in to bed, he grabbed my head by holding both my ears and smiled. Appearing to be hugging me. I've seen him doing the same to a few of the nurses in the ward before. This might be how he showed love.
Physical touch. Certainly with no erotic intentions at all. So amazing, so innocent. It got me thinking, I actually fall short of Mr. J in many ways. I envy him in certain areas. Hmmm... He stays true to himself. Happy, angry or sad, you can read it on his face. Want something or not, he wouldn't lie. He doesn't wear masks to appear "social friendly" while I remain a hypocrite for most of the time I am out. He is not likely to be aware of sex so he has the previlige of being innocent whereas I can only ever strive for purity, or try not to lose whatever's remained of mine.
Mr. J is happy to be Mr. J.
This is a 22 years old cheerful chap whose mood fluctuates. Contrary to his actual age, he is basically a pre-school child in the head. Having intellectual deficit must be really challenging for his family. Having intellectual deficit makes him a big baby, only too hard to control when he gets upset. Because as a child, and throwing temper tantrums is only natural; as a 22 year-old physically fit person, let's just say it's easier to handle a crying little kid who is of size of a little kid. Well, if I were a parent of such a child I'd be heartbroken to send him or her to be looked after by nurses, among other mentally unwell patients.
To be honest I do question his existence, or at the very least, his condition. How could a loving God let such thing happen to Mr. J? What did the boy do to be born with intellectual deficit? Not that I am in any position to question an almighty God. Just being true and honest here.
For the past week I took the opportunity to build rapport with Mr. J and got to know quite a bit about him. He doesn't speak but is able to communicate with simple sign language. Furthermore he is good with numbers. Apparently he only writes numbers, the only alphabets I was able to make him write were those in his first name. I must admit understanding Mr. J has been quite of a challenge.
He shares his snacks, very few of the patients there are willing to. He smiles and make people do the same. He can like or dislike certain persons, just like all people do. He feels happy when his parents come to visit and would feel sad when they had to leave. For all I care, this boy is just like any other boy out there. If not, better. I've never seen him deliberately hurting another person in the ward, I believe he will never harm intentionally. One night as I tucked Mr. J in to bed, he grabbed my head by holding both my ears and smiled. Appearing to be hugging me. I've seen him doing the same to a few of the nurses in the ward before. This might be how he showed love.
Physical touch. Certainly with no erotic intentions at all. So amazing, so innocent. It got me thinking, I actually fall short of Mr. J in many ways. I envy him in certain areas. Hmmm... He stays true to himself. Happy, angry or sad, you can read it on his face. Want something or not, he wouldn't lie. He doesn't wear masks to appear "social friendly" while I remain a hypocrite for most of the time I am out. He is not likely to be aware of sex so he has the previlige of being innocent whereas I can only ever strive for purity, or try not to lose whatever's remained of mine.
Mr. J is happy to be Mr. J.
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