Paroled from his fifth DUI (that is correct), Jimmy had tried going 'home' to Saratoga. He didn't know that his parents had just moved to Arizona. His aunt and uncle offered a guest bedroom, but Jimmy didn't sleep. He wandered around all night, talking to himself. Next morning he demanded to know why his picture wasn't on the mantel. He insisted that his aunt's laptop belonged to him. Where was his money? He had some around, someplace....
It developed that Jimmy's imminent release had spurred his parents' move to Arizona. He had a violent history. Jimmy had punched out a Saratoga neighbor, assaulted his father and generally scared those around him. His stay with his aunt and uncle was short-lived. A trip to the family's seaside cabin failed to calm Jimmy.
The uncle met with a parole officer. His nephew had to go. Go where, the parole officer asked.
This was a good question. And the answer...for all of us...is a scary one. Jimmy's parents had already spent a fortune trying to get him treated. They had settled a lawsuit over his violence. They had run out of options. Public mental health services are scant. The parole system is overstretched. Everyone had tried. Yet everyone wasn't enough.
What is the answer?