My youngest brother Philip lives back in Ohio with my Mom.
He has a fairly severe case of epiliepsy, and when he doesn't take his meds his mental state gets kind of....not good. Apparently he hasn't been, which my mother discovered when she found him repeatedly bashing his own head against his bedroom door. She took him to a local mental health facility, which he decided he wanted no part of. As he tried to bolt 4 orderlies attempted to restrain (i.e. strait jacket) him, and in the ensuing melee his arm was fractured.
So as of now my brother is sitting in a state psych ward with a badly fractured arm that's going to need surgery, or at least that's the story as I understand it.
Our childhood was not pleasant (my father is a b*****d of Titanic proportions), and it took a pretty heavy toll on my brothers (I have my own scars, but compared to them I escaped relatively unscathed).
He has his problems, but he's my little brother, and right now I'm afraid for him. If you guys could put in a good word with the Man Upstairs on his behalf I'd be grateful.
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