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Post by RangoA@live.com on Jun 26, 2008 7:53:26 GMT -5
 In the time frame of 1983-1985, I was hospitalized twice. As I was going to YSU, I found a psychologist there to help me with my problems. His name was Dr. Litchworth and I said to him I needed a new psychiatrist since I had gone six months without taking any medication and Dr. Kachmere didn't want to see me anymore. Dr. Litchworth said there was a very good psychiatrist by the name of Dr. Labib in Liberty and Boardman at that time. I started going to work out my problems with her, too. She was good but also very beautiful. So was her assistant. I had a crush on Dr. Labib, right from our first appointment with each other, because she was so gentle, understanding, kind, caring and made me feel important. When I was having problems with partying, Dr. Labib suggested I go back into a psych hospital. I listened because I also trusted her and she admitted me into St. Elizabeth's Hospital in 1985. I was born in St. Elizabeth Hospital in 1961 so I felt comfortable going into the psychiatric ward there. In that hospital, I had groups to go to so I would understand, cope and/or solve my problems better. They had a pool table in the recreation room where some of the other patients and I would play pool. People were allowed to smoke cigarettes right there on the floor of the hospital, no one had to go outside to smoke. I was there for fourteen days. One week that I was there were these pretty students studying to become nurses. They spent one week on our floor. They would get to know all of us. There was one lady by the name of Sheryl, whom I liked and she seemed to feel the same way towards me. She and I played pool and spent time together in the recreation room, she was about one year older than myself, and one night during that week out of the clear black night she called me on the hospital phone. She said, she liked me too and when I discharged, I should give her a call and we could date. She gave me her phone that night. I was so happy since I didn't have anyone as intimate partner in my life at the time. I called her as soon as I got out of St. Elisabeth's and she and I went out to the movies on our first date. Then, we went to a nightclub in Youngstown and I was so turned on by her I asked her to spend the night with me. She stated, she was married and liked me a lot, so she would keep going out on dates with me since she was having problems in her marriage. We had something to eat at Ponderosa and I met the guy she was married to that day. He just happened to be there. He actually went to high school with me and was a year ahead of me at Austintown Fitch. Finally, she broke down and told me that he had a child and he couldn't take care of himself and his child because of the recession that was going in the late seventies and early eighties and had to live with her and her parents to survive. She was getting sick of that and so were her parents. She decided that we should become more than just good friends during that intimate conversation. That was right before I was planning to move to Florida with my mother, so that had to been in 1985 when Sheryl and I were falling in love with each other. She started crying when I was about to move and said she would miss me and for me to stay in touch with her because she may come down and visit me in Florida. I had to leave, life was tough back then for most of the people in Youngstown and most of us adults in early twenties couldn't figure out how to make a living, much less have a good career, when the economy was collapsing all around us. Since, my mother and father had family in Florida and we had visited them there a few times, my mother agreed to move there and sell our restaurant. She sold our restaurant in the summer of 1985 and we moved to Florida as soon as I finished YSU's six weeks of the first of two summer sessions in 1985. After that, I was done with YSU for good (I never went back to college there again, twice was enough for me) and we moved. We got an apartment in St. Petersburg, FL which was very close to my Aunt Irene, by that time my Uncle Harold had died, and my mother's niece, Lucille, was living in our neighborhood. I used to go over their house and hang out with her children Nanette and Brian, mostly. When asked my cousin Lucille where was her son, Leonard, she would say he was busy studying and couldn't be here. My second cousins Davine and David would visit a lot too. Aunt Irene was Nanette, Leonard, Brian, Davine and David's grandmother and my mother was their aunt. So, Lucille and Fred took us to an episcopalian church which was somewhat similar to the catholic church. I asked them, why did they leave the catholic church and they said it was the issues of abortion, women not being allowed to become priests, why priests weren't allowed to have children of their own and that people should have the right to euthanasia, if unfortunately, it was needed as when there was nothing else that could be done to save someone's life. The church called these mortal sins or not part of church's traditions and doctrine just like abortion/euthanasia, priest marrying and having children, no women priest, yada, yada, yada. They also didn't like that the catholic church was against capital punishment. They believed that capital punishment was right in certain cases. The catholic church was against that too in the mid to late eighties. I still wanted to go to catholic church, I didn't fell as comfortable in the episcopalian religion. Lucille and Fred told my mother and I about St. Jude's Cathedral and if were going to go to mass at a catholic church, I should go to St, Jude's Cathedral. We started going to St. Jude's around the end of 1985. I remember that I didn't have anyone special in my life and I was ready to get married again. In addition, I didn't have many close friends since we had just moved to Florida. I found out from Lucille and Fred about another Newman Club right there at St. Jude's Cathedral. I joined it in 1985. It was for single catholic adults under the age of thirty-five or so. We prayed together, went out on all kinds of fun trips and hung around the church doing odd jobs for them. We started playing volleyball together at least once a week because the Newman Club had rented or been given courtesy for us to play there. I met this one lady whom I liked very much. She said she liked me too but didn't know me well enough to have an intimate relationship and that wasn't the reason she joined the Newman Club. So, I struck out with her. I also was going to the beach and I met a girl from Denmark or Sweden, she was a knock out. She was staying with her uncle and aunt whom were US citizens, according to her, and we went out on for several weeks together. Our favorite thing was to go nightclubs and dance/ drink. She broke up with me because she met a guy from Canada who was going to take her to Canada to live with him. I was lonelier than I expected in early 1986 after we broke up, so I had my doctor admit to Horizon Hospital, which turned out to be a big mistake. I was forced to take these powerful medications and was threatened to be thrown into the Florida state hospital if I didn't comply with treatment and wanted to be discharged against medical advice. One day someone by the name of Mamie had an intake appointment with me and decided along with other Boley workers in Boley Manor (it was called at the time) to admit me into their program only if I agreed to go directly from Horizon Hospital into Boley's Short Term Residential Program in St. Petersburg. I reluctantly agreed since I didn't have a choice. I spent six weeks long weeks there and begged my mother to let me come home and live with her. She said, my brother thought I should live on my own and Boley Manor was one of the best programs in the state of Florida. He said to mother, that's where I would have the friends and not feel as lonely. I would learn how to pull myself up by my boot straps and go back to work/finish up my degree and make something out of myself. In his opinion that would attract someone who was a good person that I could marry.
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In the time frame of 1983-1985, I was hospitalized twice. As I was going to YSU, I found a psychologist there to help me with my problems. His name was Dr. Litchworth and I said to him I needed a new psychiatrist since I had gone six months without taking any medication and Dr. Kachmere didn't want to see me anymore. Dr. Litchworth said there was a very good psychiatrist by the name of Dr. Labib in Liberty and Boardman at that time. I started going to work out my problems with her, too. She was good but also very beautiful. So was her assistant. I had a crush on Dr. Labib, right from our first appointment with each other, because she was so gentle, understanding, kind, caring and made me feel important. When I was having problems with partying, Dr. Labib suggested I go back into a psych hospital. I listened because I also trusted her and she admitted me into St. Elizabeth's Hospital in 1985. I was born in St. Elizabeth Hospital in 1961 so I felt comfortable going into the psychiatric ward there. In that hospital, I had groups to go to so I would understand, cope and/or solve my problems better. They had a pool table in the recreation room where some of the other patients and I would play pool. People were allowed to smoke cigarettes right there on the floor of the hospital, no one had to go outside to smoke. I was there for fourteen days. One week that I was there were these pretty students studying to become nurses. They spent one week on our floor. They would get to know all of us. There was one lady by the name of Sheryl, whom I liked and she seemed to feel the same way towards me. She and I played pool and spent time together in the recreation room, she was about one year older than myself, and one night during that week out of the clear black night she called me on the hospital phone. She said, she liked me too and when I discharged, I should give her a call and we could date. She gave me her phone that night. I was so happy since I didn't have anyone as intimate partner in my life at the time. I called her as soon as I got out of St. Elisabeth's and she and I went out to the movies on our first date. Then, we went to a nightclub in Youngstown and I was so turned on by her I asked her to spend the night with me. She stated, she was married and liked me a lot, so she would keep going out on dates with me since she was having problems in her marriage. We had something to eat at Ponderosa and I met the guy she was married to that day. He just happened to be there. He actually went to high school with me and was a year ahead of me at Austintown Fitch. Finally, she broke down and told me that he had a child and he couldn't take care of himself and his child because of the recession that was going in the late seventies and early eighties and had to live with her and her parents to survive. She was getting sick of that and so were her parents. She decided that we should become more than just good friends during that intimate conversation. That was right before I was planning to move to Florida with my mother, so that had to been in 1985 when Sheryl and I were falling in love with each other. She started crying when I was about to move and said she would miss me and for me to stay in touch with her because she may come down and visit me in Florida. I had to leave, life was tough back then for most of the people in Youngstown and most of us adults in early twenties couldn't figure out how to make a living, much less have a good career, when the economy was collapsing all around us. Since, my mother and father had family in Florida and we had visited them there a few times, my mother agreed to move there and sell our restaurant. She sold our restaurant in the summer of 1985 and we moved to Florida as soon as I finished YSU's six weeks of the first of two summer sessions in 1985. After that, I was done with YSU for good (I never went back to college there again, twice was enough for me) and we moved. We got an apartment in St. Petersburg, FL which was very close to my Aunt Irene, by that time my Uncle Harold had died, and my mother's niece, Lucille, was living in our neighborhood. I used to go over their house and hang out with her children Nanette and Brian, mostly. When asked my cousin Lucille where was her son, Leonard, she would say he was busy studying and couldn't be here. My second cousins Davine and David would visit a lot too. Aunt Irene was Nanette, Leonard, Brian, Davine and David's grandmother and my mother was their aunt. So, Lucille and Fred took us to an episcopalian church which was somewhat similar to the catholic church. I asked them, why did they leave the catholic church and they said it was the issues of abortion, women not being allowed to become priests, why priests weren't allowed to have children of their own and that people should have the right to euthanasia, if unfortunately, it was needed as when there was nothing else that could be done to save someone's life. The church called these mortal sins or not part of church's traditions and doctrine just like abortion/euthanasia, priest marrying and having children, no women priest, yada, yada, yada. They also didn't like that the catholic church was against capital punishment. They believed that capital punishment was right in certain cases. The catholic church was against that too in the mid to late eighties. I still wanted to go to catholic church, I didn't fell as comfortable in the episcopalian religion. Lucille and Fred told my mother and I about St. Jude's Cathedral and if were going to go to mass at a catholic church, I should go to St, Jude's Cathedral. We started going to St. Jude's around the end of 1985. I remember that I didn't have anyone special in my life and I was ready to get married again. In addition, I didn't have many close friends since we had just moved to Florida. I found out from Lucille and Fred about another Newman Club right there at St. Jude's Cathedral. I joined it in 1985. It was for single catholic adults under the age of thirty-five or so. We prayed together, went out on all kinds of fun trips and hung around the church doing odd jobs for them. We started playing volleyball together at least once a week because the Newman Club had rented or been given courtesy for us to play there. I met this one lady whom I liked very much. She said she liked me too but didn't know me well enough to have an intimate relationship and that wasn't the reason she joined the Newman Club. So, I struck out with her. I also was going to the beach and I met a girl from Denmark or Sweden, she was a knock out. She was staying with her uncle and aunt whom were US citizens, according to her, and we went out on for several weeks together. Our favorite thing was to go nightclubs and dance/ drink. She broke up with me because she met a guy from Canada who was going to take her to Canada to live with him. I was lonelier than I expected in early 1986 after we broke up, so I had my doctor admit to Horizon Hospital, which turned out to be a big mistake. I was forced to take these powerful medications and was threatened to be thrown into the Florida state hospital if I didn't comply with treatment and wanted to be discharged against medical advice. One day someone by the name of Mamie had an intake appointment with me and decided along with other Boley workers in Boley Manor (it was called at the time) to admit me into their program only if I agreed to go directly from Horizon Hospital into Boley's Short Term Residential Program in St. Petersburg. I reluctantly agreed since I didn't have a choice. I spent six weeks long weeks there and begged my mother to let me come home and live with her. She said, my brother thought I should live on my own and Boley Manor was one of the best programs in the state of Florida. He said to mother, that's where I would have the friends and not feel as lonely. I would learn how to pull myself up by my boot straps and go back to work/finish up my degree and make something out of myself. In his opinion that would attract someone who was a good person that I could marry.