I was IRL tard wrangler AMA - I'm amazed I'm not an alcoholic

Then you get the ones who will shit themselves mid hold. I've dealt with two, one who was 12 and was upset he couldn't have McDonalds so he tried to climb inside a turned on oven, and one who was in his 30s and got upset he couldn't keep humping the floor in a disgusting AutoZone bathroom.

That reminds of the story about Leonard Shaner deliberately shitting himself in a tard rage to get out of working.
 
who was the most functional, stable person that was still institutionalized?
We don't use institutions anymore. They were utter hellholes. There's an old 20/20 episode about them. But I had a guy who could read and write, had a regular job (not a sheltered workshop, he worked at a furniture store), and lived on his own and managed his own affairs. He just had epilepsy and couldn't drive. I drove him to work and picked him up and that was it. He'd text me when it was time to come pick him up.
 
We don't use institutions anymore. They were utter hellholes. There's an old 20/20 episode about them. But I had a guy who could read and write, had a regular job (not a sheltered workshop, he worked at a furniture store), and lived on his own and managed his own affairs. He just had epilepsy and couldn't drive. I drove him to work and picked him up and that was it. He'd text me when it was time to come pick him up.
Would you say any of the cows on this site come close to the nightmares you looked after while working there, and does it make laughing at the cows on this site easy having dealt with similar people before?
 
Would you say any of the cows on this site come close to the nightmares you looked after while working there, and does it make laughing at the cows on this site easy having dealt with similar people before?
Most of the people here are batting above 70 IQ, the threshold for intellectual disability. My clients actually were exceptional, so they had an excuse. The people here don't, so I don't feel bad at all for laughing at them.
 
Did you have to keep a tard log? Like a daily record of all the tarded shenanigans?

My brother worked as a tard wrangler for one summer when he was in college. He was assigned to a single tard, but the guy was a behemoth, he was rambunctious, and he had scary retard strength. My brother was a strapping boy so he got pitted against the leviathan, and it was basically Thunderdome rules.

They had a routine where my brother would wrestle the guy into the short bus van after breakfast and drive him around aimlessly for a few hours, because it was one of the few things that kept the turnip head docile. My brother would listen to Howard Stern on the radio, and his tard developed a habit of shouting "Bababooey! Bababooey!" constantly and it drove everybody at the tard hut crazy.

So yeah, my brother was required to keep a log of the daily activities of his tard, and, on Friday nights, a bunch of us would meet up at a bar, and my brother would regale us with readings from his tard log. It was hysterical. Episodes of public masturbation, pants pissing, "fecal smearing", "self harm", etc... but the "self harm" was mostly my brother's way of explaining away the bruises, because the scuffles to keep his tard under control would often necessitate full Nelsons, camel clutches, dropkicks, and figure 4 leglocks and the like.

We'd be laughing so hard at my brothers' Adventures of a Tard Wrangler stories at the bar that we'd often attract a crowd. Some nights there'd be like a crowd of upwards of a dozen people laughing themselves to tears at my brother's recounting of the week's tard malarkey.

Good times, good times.
 
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So yeah, my brother was required to keep a log of the daily activities of his tard, and, on Friday nights, a bunch of us would meet up at a bar, and my brother would regale us with readings from his tard log. It was hysterical. Episodes of public masturbation, pants pissing, "fecal smearing", "self harm", etc... but the "self harm" was mostly my brother's way of explaining away the bruises, because the scuffles to keep his tard under control would often necessitate full Nelsons, camel clutches, dropkicks, and figure 4 leglocks and the like.

We'd be laughing so hard at my brothers' Adventures of a Tard Wrangler stories at the bar that we'd often attract a crowd. Some nights there'd be like a crowd of upwards of a dozen people laughing themselves to tears at my brother's recounting of the week's tard malarkey.

Good times, good times.

Was that allowed or would your brother have gotten in trouble if his superiors knew about this?
 
Where do profoundly retarded people get put since the institutions closed?

A friend of mine worked for a while at a hospital unit which housed profoundly retarded people. All of them were non-verbal, most required special diets, many were also blind and some had their teeth removed so they couldn't bite staff and other residents. A few years ago the decision was made to close the unit (it was on extremely valuable land) and move them to group homes. I often wonder how that turned out given how extremely high needs they were, but it's hard to see how their needs could be met outside an institutional setting.
 
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How much do you attribute the actions of some of our long-time lolcows (Chris, ADF, Kengel, etc) to ASD, versus to another source like personality flaws or external/learned behaviors? Are you more "forgiving" of anti-social behavior of people with developmental disabilities?
 
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