I witnessed the results of our severely inadequate mental health and addiction care services today (to distinguish them from our normal addiction enabling services).
I decided that spending a couple of hours sitting in the quiet of Stadacona Park would be just the ticket for a sunny afternoon when I had nothing else on my docket. This park really is a nice little oasis in the heart of the city. As usual, it wasn't crowded and there was a nice cross-section of citizens enjoying our sudden summer weather. The idyll was interrupted however by the presence a rather sad soul, clearly strung-out or otherwise mentally incapacitated. He was pushing/dragging a large blue recycling bin with him, muttering away to himself; half the time he was shirtless and half the time he was covered up. Nothing unusual about that. In the 2 hours I was there he wandered aimlessly and continually around the park. What caught my attention initially was his distinctive Mohawk hairstyle. His otherwise tanned skull suggested he'd been sporting this look for a while. I guess today he decided he was tired of the look, because from somewhere he pulled out a battery operated electric hair trimmer and went full-on Brittany Spears on what remained of his coiffure. I can't say I've ever seen anyone do anything quite like this in such a public space. I realize this behaviour was mostly harmless, but I kept wondering what other, perhaps more dangerous implements he might have in that big blue bin. Was he in a head space where he might unwittingly do himself or someone else harm? Mostly, I felt sorry for him, since I suspect he's getting little-to-no help for his issues, even if he has a roof over his head every night.