Do you know or have known anyone genuinely unhinged ?
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As per the question, I have know some fairly odd people, I am probably one of them but have never known anyone truly unhinged, see stuff on YouTube and Social Media and its clear they are out there and I have been lucky.
So, who have you known or do know now who is genuinely not right in the head ?
So, who have you known or do know now who is genuinely not right in the head ?

I had a classmate who ended up working for one of the emergency services. He got injured so they put him in the pasture by giving him some sort of community engagement job working with them ethnics and gypsies etc. He and his family were as right wing as possible (we used to nickname him the High Sheriff) and the job made him rage and he turned to drink, culminating in him punching out a gypsy leader.
A guy I used to play poker with. He wasn't young, older than me at the time (50ish). Everyone could read his game. I used to like to check/raise him as he couldn't resist betting if everyone checked. He often folded or played to see it out but got nowhere.
Another player was warned about winding him up but he took no notice, saw it as a bit of a laugh. Slow played him with a big hand, drawing him in. It's all within the rules, but he thought it was too funny not to mock him.
That was until the player stood up and launched himself over the table, knocking everyone's chips all over the place, grabbing the bloke round his throat. He was really trying to strangle him.
It took three guys to save his life!
He was definitely unhinged, but a nice enough bloke if you got on with him.
Another player was warned about winding him up but he took no notice, saw it as a bit of a laugh. Slow played him with a big hand, drawing him in. It's all within the rules, but he thought it was too funny not to mock him.
That was until the player stood up and launched himself over the table, knocking everyone's chips all over the place, grabbing the bloke round his throat. He was really trying to strangle him.
It took three guys to save his life!

He was definitely unhinged, but a nice enough bloke if you got on with him.
When we were 14 or so we would catch the school bus on the main road near our estate
There was a weird lad who seemed really old - probably 20 - 22 ish
He d come along each morning and try and chat to us, we all thought he was odd but of course no one had to brains / bottle to tell him to do one
My dad and others would come along and ask questions like who s dad are you why are you hanging round with kids disappear now etc and he d go away for a while, but just moved to the next bus stop etc
Hadn t thought about him for about 20 years
Was sat at my folks and opened the news paper, there was a woman who had been banged up for all sorts of child molesting / underaged fiddling. I was looking at the woman in the paper and thinking I recognised them from somewhere, read the story a bit and indeed it mentions their original name before they changed
Absolutely shuddered thinking about the stragglers at the bus stop and what could have happened, innocence of youth and all that
Thankfully locked away for the foreseeable
https://www.dailyecho.co.uk/news/16953087.jailed-s...
There was a weird lad who seemed really old - probably 20 - 22 ish
He d come along each morning and try and chat to us, we all thought he was odd but of course no one had to brains / bottle to tell him to do one
My dad and others would come along and ask questions like who s dad are you why are you hanging round with kids disappear now etc and he d go away for a while, but just moved to the next bus stop etc
Hadn t thought about him for about 20 years
Was sat at my folks and opened the news paper, there was a woman who had been banged up for all sorts of child molesting / underaged fiddling. I was looking at the woman in the paper and thinking I recognised them from somewhere, read the story a bit and indeed it mentions their original name before they changed
Absolutely shuddered thinking about the stragglers at the bus stop and what could have happened, innocence of youth and all that
Thankfully locked away for the foreseeable
https://www.dailyecho.co.uk/news/16953087.jailed-s...
Edited by Spare tyre on Friday 17th April 13:30
Oh yeah, I've really lost some grip on reality a couple of times, paranoia, anxiety, depression etc. To this day I've got 'memories' of events that simply didn't happen. I've had the counselling and the meds so I'm doing really well, but I will get physical and verbal ticks if I'm stressed or a unpleasant memory decides to pop into my head.
One of my oldest, dearest friends is worse. He just doesn't quite fit in with society. He can keep himself mostly sane, but only if he has near complete control of every tiny part of his life. His home is usually very cold (he can't stand the idea of an unexpected bill, even if it's a trivial amount of money) every wall is white, furniture is white, simple white lamp shades and curtains and that's it. Not a thing on the walls, nothing and I do mean nothing out of place and completely spotless. He spends more time using a squeegee wiping down everything after a shower, than he does in the shower.
His biggest problem is he's a romantic. He's rarely single for more than a few weeks at a time. I don't know how he does it. Sadly it's the same pattern every time. He meets them, he usually goes from first date to all but living with them within weeks. They always end the same way, sometimes weeks, sometimes months and sometimes years, he's been married 2 or 3 times. At some point his anxiety will make him focus on some tiny thing, usually money related and he'll suddenly feel like his life is completely out of control, he'll become very controlling, very overbearing and it all ends in tears. The fall out is usually very messy and it's particularly sad because they're always lovely Women who've tried their best to help him. I've tried so many times, but he won't speak to anyone, except from the GP when things are very dark, barks at them for Anti-Depressants and the moment they start to work he'll make some grand gesture of throwing them away. He lives in up in Nordics now so I don't see him much. I think the culture suits him a bit better.
One of my oldest, dearest friends is worse. He just doesn't quite fit in with society. He can keep himself mostly sane, but only if he has near complete control of every tiny part of his life. His home is usually very cold (he can't stand the idea of an unexpected bill, even if it's a trivial amount of money) every wall is white, furniture is white, simple white lamp shades and curtains and that's it. Not a thing on the walls, nothing and I do mean nothing out of place and completely spotless. He spends more time using a squeegee wiping down everything after a shower, than he does in the shower.
His biggest problem is he's a romantic. He's rarely single for more than a few weeks at a time. I don't know how he does it. Sadly it's the same pattern every time. He meets them, he usually goes from first date to all but living with them within weeks. They always end the same way, sometimes weeks, sometimes months and sometimes years, he's been married 2 or 3 times. At some point his anxiety will make him focus on some tiny thing, usually money related and he'll suddenly feel like his life is completely out of control, he'll become very controlling, very overbearing and it all ends in tears. The fall out is usually very messy and it's particularly sad because they're always lovely Women who've tried their best to help him. I've tried so many times, but he won't speak to anyone, except from the GP when things are very dark, barks at them for Anti-Depressants and the moment they start to work he'll make some grand gesture of throwing them away. He lives in up in Nordics now so I don't see him much. I think the culture suits him a bit better.
One or two
Cooper man an ex work colleague and now sadly deceased
Absolute pervert in the work place
He lost a leg in a moped accident and spent the compo in a seedy massage place with 2 ladies
Asked if he'd prefer his leg or the compo if he had his time again, he took the compo
That's one of his tame ones
The other an ex, she accused nearly every one of being bipolar, only one who was Bipolar was her, totally unhinged
Cooper man an ex work colleague and now sadly deceased
Absolute pervert in the work place
He lost a leg in a moped accident and spent the compo in a seedy massage place with 2 ladies
Asked if he'd prefer his leg or the compo if he had his time again, he took the compo
That's one of his tame ones
The other an ex, she accused nearly every one of being bipolar, only one who was Bipolar was her, totally unhinged
Not really a mate, but somebody I knew at school was sectioned a few times and really suffered with his mental health.
He ended up living in Devon I think, but was in London for a few days so arranged a drink with me and another (not so much of) a nutter from school.
Started off OK, but it was obvious he really wanted to kick off with a stranger in the pub. Me and Sean (the other nutter) had to try and calm him down and defuse the ugly situation before it really escalated as there was a really nasty vibe about the whole thing.
I left them at the end of the evening and T went back to stay at Sean's place which he totally went beserk in and trashed it entirely before the police arrived.
That was the last time I saw him as he took his own life about a year later.
He ended up living in Devon I think, but was in London for a few days so arranged a drink with me and another (not so much of) a nutter from school.
Started off OK, but it was obvious he really wanted to kick off with a stranger in the pub. Me and Sean (the other nutter) had to try and calm him down and defuse the ugly situation before it really escalated as there was a really nasty vibe about the whole thing.
I left them at the end of the evening and T went back to stay at Sean's place which he totally went beserk in and trashed it entirely before the police arrived.
That was the last time I saw him as he took his own life about a year later.
vixen1700 said:
Not really a mate, but somebody I knew at school was sectioned a few times and really suffered with his mental health.
He ended up living in Devon I think, but was in London for a few days so arranged a drink with me and another (not so much of) a nutter from school.
Started off OK, but it was obvious he really wanted to kick off with a stranger in the pub. Me and Sean (the other nutter) had to try and calm him down and defuse the ugly situation before it really escalated as there was a really nasty vibe about the whole thing.
I left them at the end of the evening and T went back to stay at Sean's place which he totally went beserk in and trashed it entirely before the police arrived.
That was the last time I saw him as he took his own life about a year later.
Sorry to hear that, very sadHe ended up living in Devon I think, but was in London for a few days so arranged a drink with me and another (not so much of) a nutter from school.
Started off OK, but it was obvious he really wanted to kick off with a stranger in the pub. Me and Sean (the other nutter) had to try and calm him down and defuse the ugly situation before it really escalated as there was a really nasty vibe about the whole thing.
I left them at the end of the evening and T went back to stay at Sean's place which he totally went beserk in and trashed it entirely before the police arrived.
That was the last time I saw him as he took his own life about a year later.
Reading some of these stories really is a good reminder to keep your head down and not to wind people up, you never know what they are battling inside
Both ends of the scale.
At the "lighter" end, local shop owner who believes that modern tech like the internet is all based on alien technology. Went to pay using the card reader and he referred to it as the "alien machine", thought he was joking at first but then went off on one and realised he was serious.
At the other end of the scale, many years ago I used to go to the local bar/snooker club with a few mates. One of the regulars had been in there all afternoon feeding money into one of the slot machines. He left his pint next to the machine, got up to go to the toilet, while he was gone someone else went over and fed a pound in and scooped the jackpot. The guy comes back from the toilet, goes ballistic and slams the other guys face into the machine, imagine full on Vinnie Jones, Lock Stock levels of violence. A few people manage to drag him away and he just storms out before the police/ambulance turns up.
At the "lighter" end, local shop owner who believes that modern tech like the internet is all based on alien technology. Went to pay using the card reader and he referred to it as the "alien machine", thought he was joking at first but then went off on one and realised he was serious.
At the other end of the scale, many years ago I used to go to the local bar/snooker club with a few mates. One of the regulars had been in there all afternoon feeding money into one of the slot machines. He left his pint next to the machine, got up to go to the toilet, while he was gone someone else went over and fed a pound in and scooped the jackpot. The guy comes back from the toilet, goes ballistic and slams the other guys face into the machine, imagine full on Vinnie Jones, Lock Stock levels of violence. A few people manage to drag him away and he just storms out before the police/ambulance turns up.
My uncle is completely up there with the worst of them. Believes pretty much every single conspiracy theory, supports Trump and Reform, is paranoid the council will take his bungalow off him at any time and give it to 'immigrants', thinks the NHS is deliberately not saving the remaining sight in his one good eye despite getting a private opinion that came back with the same prognosis, takes all his money out of the bank every time his pension is paid in and hides it around his bungalow, is paranoid about being tracked all the time and is a coercive and controlling b
d with no compassion or empathy whatsoever. He makes everyone around him uneasy even when they don't know him! He's currently banished from contacting my immediate family after coming home from hospital one day, self discharged, and going to my mum's house. He had virtually no vision, was incontinent and stank. I had to call the police to get him removed after he sat there and demanded my mum become his full-time carer from that second in and refused to leave despite her asking him for 3 days straight. Sye had to wait until he was asleep and make a secret phone call to me to get help. This is despite my mum being disabled herself, having mental health issues and only just coping with looking after herself! He is known as being very racist, mysoginistic and overtly sexist. Nothing is ever his fault no matter what it is and thinks there's a plot out there to prevent him succeeding in life.
He is completely unhinged and everyone knows it but as he can be a bit of an explosion waiting to happen everyone who he talks to (whether they want to talk to him or not) just nods politely and runs when they can. This means he thinks everyone likes him whereas you can watch him walk down the street and people actively cross over to avoid him. He can have a full-on argument with anyone to the point of then being about to punch him (no-one has yet but it's come close many times) and then literally seconds later act as if it's never happened! He has the mental age of about 10 despite being 74 and that has been a constant his whole life.
So yes I do know someone who is completely unhinged.
d with no compassion or empathy whatsoever. He makes everyone around him uneasy even when they don't know him! He's currently banished from contacting my immediate family after coming home from hospital one day, self discharged, and going to my mum's house. He had virtually no vision, was incontinent and stank. I had to call the police to get him removed after he sat there and demanded my mum become his full-time carer from that second in and refused to leave despite her asking him for 3 days straight. Sye had to wait until he was asleep and make a secret phone call to me to get help. This is despite my mum being disabled herself, having mental health issues and only just coping with looking after herself! He is known as being very racist, mysoginistic and overtly sexist. Nothing is ever his fault no matter what it is and thinks there's a plot out there to prevent him succeeding in life. He is completely unhinged and everyone knows it but as he can be a bit of an explosion waiting to happen everyone who he talks to (whether they want to talk to him or not) just nods politely and runs when they can. This means he thinks everyone likes him whereas you can watch him walk down the street and people actively cross over to avoid him. He can have a full-on argument with anyone to the point of then being about to punch him (no-one has yet but it's come close many times) and then literally seconds later act as if it's never happened! He has the mental age of about 10 despite being 74 and that has been a constant his whole life.
So yes I do know someone who is completely unhinged.
Edited by aterribleusername on Friday 17th April 14:49
Kid on my street growing up.
He lived with his gran and grandad - we just assumed, like a lot of kids from the 60's and 70's, that his grandparents brought him up because his parents had died/split up/sent down etc.
He and I used to fight constantly. Some times he would win, sometimes I would, though he probably had the better average. I always tried to be ok with him and he could be ok, but if he flipped, f
king hell, it was terrifying. I took some right kickings from him - almost hospitalised me one time, another, time I managed to club his head with a half brick.
He was a strong b
d. Same age as me but weirdly ripped. Our fights were not the usual teenagers scrapping - I had to fight for my life, he was a nasty nasty b
d and at times I was sure he would have killed me had he had the chance.
I left home at 18 and only once bumped into him in the pub. Whilst we did fight as youngsters, I was always ok with him really, so we just had an amiable chat.
I heard from another friend that he ended up in and out of jail, battered his partners numerous times and eventually died an alcoholic aged about 40.
Same friend (local copper) said it turned out he was with his grandparents because until he was about 9, his father and mother repeatedly physically and sexually abused him - really nasty stuff and he was a massively emotionally and physically damaged kid, who grew into an equally damaged adult.
He lived with his gran and grandad - we just assumed, like a lot of kids from the 60's and 70's, that his grandparents brought him up because his parents had died/split up/sent down etc.
He and I used to fight constantly. Some times he would win, sometimes I would, though he probably had the better average. I always tried to be ok with him and he could be ok, but if he flipped, f
king hell, it was terrifying. I took some right kickings from him - almost hospitalised me one time, another, time I managed to club his head with a half brick. He was a strong b
d. Same age as me but weirdly ripped. Our fights were not the usual teenagers scrapping - I had to fight for my life, he was a nasty nasty b
d and at times I was sure he would have killed me had he had the chance. I left home at 18 and only once bumped into him in the pub. Whilst we did fight as youngsters, I was always ok with him really, so we just had an amiable chat.
I heard from another friend that he ended up in and out of jail, battered his partners numerous times and eventually died an alcoholic aged about 40.
Same friend (local copper) said it turned out he was with his grandparents because until he was about 9, his father and mother repeatedly physically and sexually abused him - really nasty stuff and he was a massively emotionally and physically damaged kid, who grew into an equally damaged adult.
Edited by Castrol for a knave on Friday 17th April 15:31
Yeah, I taught a kid for a few years in early 2000's who was difficult to manage, kept being excluded for violent behaviour and one of the few kids I have spoken up for many a time to school leaders to say I think he needed a mental health assessment as he had no concept of harm to others or ability to control himself when triggered. Read the newspaper a couple of years later to see his name and face to say he had murdered someone. :-(
A couple actually:
Before he died my Uncle had a mad couple of years. He decided that anti-depressants were not for him anymore and went completely cold turkey. Keep in mind here, he was in a wheelchair and unable to lift his arms above his head, even eating was a struggle:
- The council overpaid him to the tune of around 10k, he spent the lot on high end electronics, computers and, believe it or not - a VR headset.
- Inviting ladies of the night back to his apartment for parties, usually supplemented by regular amazon deliveries which my poor Mum would open...toys of the "exotic" kind, lets say.
- Regularly getting into altercations with other residents in the shared living facility, including ramming them with his chair.
- Being wholly inappropriate to his nurses in terms of suggesting extras and embarrassing comments
When he died we found out he had a load of debt to the council and various lenders....never paid a penny back.
And the other guy, someone I train MMA with - headbutted a teenager for bullying his daughter, beat the s
t out of a bloke, again for threatening his daughter. In all honesty I cant say I wouldn't have similar thoughts, but the ease at which it came to him makes me uneasy.
Before he died my Uncle had a mad couple of years. He decided that anti-depressants were not for him anymore and went completely cold turkey. Keep in mind here, he was in a wheelchair and unable to lift his arms above his head, even eating was a struggle:
- The council overpaid him to the tune of around 10k, he spent the lot on high end electronics, computers and, believe it or not - a VR headset.
- Inviting ladies of the night back to his apartment for parties, usually supplemented by regular amazon deliveries which my poor Mum would open...toys of the "exotic" kind, lets say.
- Regularly getting into altercations with other residents in the shared living facility, including ramming them with his chair.
- Being wholly inappropriate to his nurses in terms of suggesting extras and embarrassing comments
When he died we found out he had a load of debt to the council and various lenders....never paid a penny back.
And the other guy, someone I train MMA with - headbutted a teenager for bullying his daughter, beat the s
t out of a bloke, again for threatening his daughter. In all honesty I cant say I wouldn't have similar thoughts, but the ease at which it came to him makes me uneasy. Just a few. Young guy who worked on the pumps at a garage I worked at who thought the Nazi's were great. Left to join the army and on his first leave, stabbed his step-father to death.
Mother and son in the family who are alcoholics, heroin addicts and, frankly psychotic. Son is currently in prison for breaching bail conditions and on remand for setting fire to mum's house. They've had all the help and support in the world and just abuse or torpedo it.
Very depressing.
Mother and son in the family who are alcoholics, heroin addicts and, frankly psychotic. Son is currently in prison for breaching bail conditions and on remand for setting fire to mum's house. They've had all the help and support in the world and just abuse or torpedo it.
Very depressing.
My Mum used to teach (what we would now call special needs) at the middle school I was at in the late 70's / early 80's in North London and in those days it was called the "remedial class". Absolutely awful looking back on it, as the class had kids from the worst council estates, the local gypsy community when around, and also the kids that had physical disabilities on top of the kids that were just plain nutters.
Makes me pretty upset thinking back on it now - you are dealt your hand in life and it could be anyone here in different circumstances.
Some seriously unhinged kids even at that age though.
The school used to keep them behind for 30 mins before all the other kids had left, for 'safety reasons'. I had to wait for a lift home, so was usually hanging around outside the classroom and befriended quite a few nutters as they were released from the class. (I guess the bonus was that I was always treated with respect in the playground as the respected my mum)
Fortunately, my Mum was a fantastic teacher and pushed for recognition of mental health issues in kids back in the 70's so the nutters actually liked how she dealt with them and they knew me as 'her lad'.
At high school and beyond, I met a few ex-pupils from her class that had been excluded from the education system completely but being local and knowing them since young, I was fairly OK.
- 14 year olds turning up in stolen cars at middle school dealing drugs.
- 15 year olds regularly mugging in the area who recognised me but 'looked after me locally' including any risky pub/club situations over the next few years.
- One truly unhinged nutter in that group graduated to a manslaughter charge for some local beef. Saw him after he was released and he was good as gold with me, had a pint and a chat with him, then heard he was back in jail about six months later.
- Another saw me and a mate at a bus stop, picked us up in a fake Escort RS2000 and wanted to scare the crap out of us. Died at 21 in a RTA.
That's the young un's from growing up.
Prior generation of unhinged was finding out my best mates Dad was some form of accountant for a local family, had many guns that were stored in his garage which we somehow found as kids and were mucking about with.
Makes me pretty upset thinking back on it now - you are dealt your hand in life and it could be anyone here in different circumstances.
Some seriously unhinged kids even at that age though.
The school used to keep them behind for 30 mins before all the other kids had left, for 'safety reasons'. I had to wait for a lift home, so was usually hanging around outside the classroom and befriended quite a few nutters as they were released from the class. (I guess the bonus was that I was always treated with respect in the playground as the respected my mum)

Fortunately, my Mum was a fantastic teacher and pushed for recognition of mental health issues in kids back in the 70's so the nutters actually liked how she dealt with them and they knew me as 'her lad'.
At high school and beyond, I met a few ex-pupils from her class that had been excluded from the education system completely but being local and knowing them since young, I was fairly OK.
- 14 year olds turning up in stolen cars at middle school dealing drugs.
- 15 year olds regularly mugging in the area who recognised me but 'looked after me locally' including any risky pub/club situations over the next few years.
- One truly unhinged nutter in that group graduated to a manslaughter charge for some local beef. Saw him after he was released and he was good as gold with me, had a pint and a chat with him, then heard he was back in jail about six months later.
- Another saw me and a mate at a bus stop, picked us up in a fake Escort RS2000 and wanted to scare the crap out of us. Died at 21 in a RTA.
That's the young un's from growing up.
Prior generation of unhinged was finding out my best mates Dad was some form of accountant for a local family, had many guns that were stored in his garage which we somehow found as kids and were mucking about with.
Edited by Avenicus on Saturday 18th April 18:05
I used to work with a bloke that was the biggest wuss going until he blew his cool. A few years after we went our seperate ways I heard that five blokes tried to mug him and his brother in London one night, on hearing this my first question was 'How many died?'
Apparently he was taking a proper pasting until he had Dom Deluise/Captain Chaos moment but with a lot more bloodshed, broken bones and one of the muggers losing an eye by all accounts.
A few years later I was working with his cousin and mentioned the attempted mugging, his cousins first question?
'How many died?'
Apparently he was taking a proper pasting until he had Dom Deluise/Captain Chaos moment but with a lot more bloodshed, broken bones and one of the muggers losing an eye by all accounts.
A few years later I was working with his cousin and mentioned the attempted mugging, his cousins first question?
'How many died?'
Bighoose said:
Local small business owner has progressed from anti vaxer to full on conspiracy theorist, posting about chem trails and government controlling the weather on slightly cloudy days and all sorts of other wild and obviously untrue stuff. everyone seems to embarrassed to mention it.
Got chatting to a friend of a friend recently and he’s gone a bit like that, rather to his wife’s embarrassment. I did wonder about early onset dementia as he was always a very level-headed logic person when we’ve spoken over the years.Every pharmacy has its share of disturbed people, so trying to help with their meds etc is just part of the job. Most people recognise when you’re trying to help and behave ok, but have had remind one or two about the acceptable way to speak to pharmacy staff
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