I worked in extreme behaviour units in England.
One was in a place called Lofthouse.
There was a little guy there who would do the same, strip, then run around crying.
I would take him by the hand and lead him back down to his room.
Then a lady who would throw her clothes in the toilet saying she was doing her washing.
Little Paul would roll all around the floor happy as a lark, slept on a bean bag chair in a room with a disco light.
Then there was my introduction to Catherine.
Wham! Right in my face she clocked me.
I learned to keep my distance.
We don't have any folks with extreme behaviour where I am now.
They don't accept them.
That's what that place in the country is for.