“This woman is a psychiatric patient & she’s dangerous!”
There I was popping into KC Peaches on Dame Street for a tasty cappuccino. Who was being served at the counter but none other than my narky neighbour, freaky Feargal.
Feargal is nothing short of notorious in my neighbourhood for being a pestilent, pesky pest & an absolutely abominable freak of nature. He purposely freaks out anyone & everyone who crosses his path. His loudly voiced & ridiculous complaints of abuse against him are always taken with a pinch of salt. He is constantly threatening to call the Gardai. I know not if he ever does but I have yet to see law enforcement arrive to his aid.
However, on this occasion in KC Peaches, my not so good but naughty neighbour was clearly the abuser.
“Hello Feargal!” I greeted him.
“This woman is a psychiatric patient & she’s dangerous!” Feargal was repeating himself. Ever so loudly!
None of the KC Peaches’ staff were paying any heed to him.
“I wanna see Johnny!” For crying out loud, who the fuck was Johnny?
Feargal was obviously thinking he had the sway to have me ejected from the cafe. Feckin’ eejit! Making a holy show of no one but himself!
Truth be told, I am a psychiatric patient & dangerous by reputation. One miserable motherfucker, who is no longer in my life, told the courts that he is “living in fear” on account of my online public threats to his safety. No more of that malarky on my part, I have no further leanings towards violence to share with the world.
In 2017, I was arrested by a member of An Garda Siochana under The Mental Health Act for enacting a display of violent behaviour one morning on O’Connell Street. I subsequently spent 3 involuntary weeks in psychiatric ‘care’ before my Mental Health Tribunal rolled round.
“Faith was arrested under Section 14 of The Mental Health Act for violent behaviour.” My solicitor stated solemnly, when it was finally his turn to get a word in…
“Faith was making snow angels on the pavement in O’Connell Street.”
End of hearing, the upshot being that the Garda who made the arrest was to be called in for questioning regarding the incident. I didn’t have to utter a syllable in my defense. Victory was mine!
Yet my lot was continuing incarceration awaiting justice to be served…what the fuck?
The following day, my psychiatrist approached me & asked if he could have a word. Of course he could, who’s the boss?
“Would you like to go home?” He was wondering.
Would I like to go home?! Is the Pope a Catholic?!
Fuck justice to the Goddamned Garda, I was going home!!
As for my not so good neighbour Feargal, he can go & shite! Apparently, he swiftly exited or was exited from KC Peaches that morning. I have seen him about the neighbourhood aplenty since but he no longer acknowledges my presence, the lousy lout!
Faith In The Ripple Effect 