This evening, one of my client's (who was recently diagnosed with Aspergers) was having difficulty following staff directives (to go get in the shower), and became emotionally dysregulated with escalated behaviors. She proceeded to walk into the bathroom without asking permission, and filled up the center of a toiled paper roll with a concoction of shampoo, conditioner, body wash (about 2 tablespoons of each), and an ENTIRE tube of toothpaste. Add a little water, give it a good stir.... and then start flinging it about the bathroom. While she was at it, it seemed prudent to soak all of the toilet paper on said roll with the toothpaste soup, and fling giant spit-wadesque masses at the walls... the ceiling... and of course at me.
As frustrated as I was.... I couldn't help but be thankful for the minty freshness, and not mind the smearing of it over every surface in the bathroom, when my clients have been known to liberally finger paint with their own excrement and menstrual blood.
When I got home, I discovered tooth paste in area's tooth paste ought not go. I just may have to brave through the taste and start brushing my teeth with baking soda.
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