Timmy Dawson is a 40 year old single man who lives alone on a council
estate. Bless him.
This report is based off me meeting with Mr Dawson for five minutes now
and again, during brief interviews in an outpatient clinic in April 2018. He
had a dishevelled appearance and stunk of alcohol. His beer belly was busting
out of his shirt.
Mr Dawson heralds from Widnes and is an only child. He had no contact
with his father growing up as the guy wanted absolutely nothing to do with a
young waster like him. His father was a pot washer in Wetherspoons. Later it
appears he met his father at the funfair and attacked him for deserting him.
His father later got revenge by ignoring him even more.
He did crap at school and spent his time eating chalk at the back of
class. He did have a talent for cooking and one of his teachers encouraged
this. He was also very good at rugby league, because he enjoyed getting stuck
into people. He obtained ten GCSEs and started studying for A Levels but did
not complete them because he decided to use drugs in the daytime instead.
He has held down a number of dogsbody jobs over the years in various
derelict deadbeat sweat pits, but has been out of recent employment for over a
decade.
He is not currently in a relationship and has zero children (luckily
for them).
He is not entirely dumb. He has been reading since his first visit to
the library and continues to research conspiracy theories online. He has a keen
interest in the delusion of mind control.
Mr Dawson has a criminal history. His earliest conviction was attempted
murder in 1997. This led to an early admission into the local nuthouse. The
records say that he trapped all his family in their childhood home and tried to
torch the place with gasoline. He ran away from the scene saying that his
family had been hijacked by demons and that it would be better if they all
perished. He was treated with heavy medication on the ward following this
episode and had been inhaling creamy buckets of hash at the time. There was a
conviction for him assaulting his dad for which he served a custodial sentence.
He has been guarded regarding this, but records indicate that he was tanked up
at the time, and that his dad pissed him off royally. The records also indicate
that he assaulted a number of police officers while getting arrested.
Mr Dawson has a long history of substance misuse. He started using
drugs in his mother’s womb. His first offence of attempted murder was in the
context of cannabis misuse. He has a history of misusing cocaine because he
simply can’t get enough of it. He is under the influence of cocaine whenever he
has the funds to afford it.
Mr Dawson’s psychiatric history began with his first conviction and
admission into the nuthouse in 1997. The next recorded contact appears to have
been in December 2013 at Daresbury Custody Suite. He was positively off his
barnet at the time. Due to his extremely disturbed behaviour, he was delivered
to the nuthouse in an ambulance with flashing lights. The records indicate that
he could not be safely managed at the police station. He was eventually
transferred to a less secure nuthouse and made informal. The diagnosis was that
he was off his tits due to an overdose of cocaine. He had been snorting big fat
stripes off a handheld bathroom mirror prior to his time of admission. It is
also noted that he twatted fuck out of the arresting officers around the time
of that admission. After discharge from the nuthouse he did not engage with the
home treatment team. After New Year 2014 he was brought back to hospital under
section 136 and agreed to an informal admission. At that time he reported crazy
goings on under the influence of legal highs. He reported taking the drugs
because he was bored out of his mind and needed something to do. He described
that he was being followed by an invisible anus that was hovering above him
like a cloud and putting farting noises into his mind 24/7. He sincerely
believes the government has created this anus using secret classified mind
control technology. He escaped from the ward shortly after by booting the door
down and never returned. He was consequently caught on the run in the next town
drinking special brew and brought back into the nuthouse yet again.
During the rest of 2014/2015 there were a shitload of more admissions.
In the summer he was caught on Runcorn Bridge experiencing suicidal thoughts.
This appears to be yet another psychotic experience regarding the invisible
anus. Mr Dawson claims that he was drowning in electromagnetic shit. He wanted
to jump onto the concrete below and splatter his brains apart so the government
couldn’t preserve his body and hook him up to the invisible anus in hell. There
was a diagnosis of paranoid schizophrenia recorded. His solicitor asked for a
change of consultant because he believed his doctor was ‘in on it’ and he was
transferred to a different nuthouse. He remained there for a year until
discharge and has since been on a community treatment order, which basically
means that we will never let go of him.
I have now met Mr Dawson a number of times, and his beer gut continues
to protrude at an alarming rate. The diagnosis by his previous Responsible Clinician
was that of Chronic Drug Induced Psychosis. On reviewing the records I have
decided that he is indeed a truly raging schizo of the highest order since he
very clearly is a rampant lunatic. In my opinion, there is no hope for Mr
Dawson apart from very heavy medication delivered into his bottom via weekly
injections.
Mr Dawson is now back at home and very unhappy about being there. He has
been at his address for approximately eight years. He does not feel safe there
when he is psychotic. During drug use, he hears a wide variety of farting
noises both inside and outside his head, in 3D high-definition sound. He claims
this is government torture and not very funny at all. He says that he is no
longer using cocaine or legal highs, but I don’t believe him. There have been
some issues with the neighbours. He kicked down their front door and gained
unlawful entry while holding a kitchen knife. He appeared in court for a public
order offence. These neighbours have now moved away but he says the new
neighbours are just the same as the old ones.
Over the times I have seen Mr Dawson he has been scruffy, sloth-like,
and stinking, although he does engage in a wide range of activities including
going to the gym and going to a Hearing Voices group in Liverpool. He has
hardly any friends as very few people can stand his bad hygiene. There has been
one significant incident leading to a short informal admission in July 2017. In
brief, he approached a local nursery and began banging on the doors saying that
he had to protect the children from predatory Satanists. He was very agitated,
shouting, and head-butted a window. The police were called and he was swiftly
spirited away to the nuthouse. On admission he reported that he was hearing God’s
voice telling him to protect all minors. An increase in heavy medication did
him well. He blamed the incident on twenty double shots of Vodka and Red Bull. He
did not have a clear recall of what had been going on, and was unhappy about
the increase in weekly depot injection. He became quite hopeless about the
situation, and an anti-depressant was offered but refused. Since that episode
there have been no further incidents. He has avoided illicit drugs and has
given up spirits for life. He claims that they are called spirits ‘for a reason’.
He does not accept any psychiatric label and maintains that the government is
mind-controlling him. He therefore has very limited insight into the true
nature of his illness. He would not accept any medication at all if it wasn’t
forced into his butt by law once every week. So I conclude that he should be
kept on heavy medication for the rest of his natural life.
Mr Timmy Dawson is a 40 year old man with a long history of psychotic
illness necessitating numerous admissions into the nuthouse. My opinion is
Paranoid Schizophrenia, which he thinks is a big blag. In fact, he does not
believe in any kind of mental disorder, apart from depression, which he says is
a natural reaction to life. Without medication, the invisible anus in his
imagination would be a lot worse. His illness would quickly deteriorate and he
would pose a substantial risk to both himself and others. Plus, he would
probably want to chuck himself off the bridge again.
Dr D Black
Consultant Psychiatrist
