We had a nice family in our neighborhood when I was a kid, the dad was the head of the local hospital, the mom a volunteer, three kids, two girls and a boy. The boy was brilliant, top of his class, on to college, and BOOM, he was NUTS! Now remember we are going back to the 60's when diagnoses were questionable, he was diagnosed as a manic-depressive psychotic. He managed to squeak through his first year of college, very well medicated with only a few yet always seasonal episodes,however the older he became the more often and more severe these episodes became. By the age of thirty, his father by then dead, his mom moved to Florida in fear of her life, his sisters were fearful as well. He loved his family and missed them dearly. When he was well, he was still the same brilliant guy, who by this time had earned a doctorate yet couldn't hold down a job.
I watched him, and could determine when his episodes were about to happen , there was a definite pattern, first it was a slightly upbeat and all too boisterous stage, followed by days and days without sleep, during which he would become grandiose with big plans and gifts for everyone,he felt omnipotent and creative, poetry ,novellas.... then a very violent phase in which he would inevitably be arrested and sent to a local mental health facility. He would get out, usually in about thirty days with a regimen of lithium, haldol, sometimes thorazine and again be "almost" himself, not quite, because of the chewing and shuffling side effects of the drugs. By age forty or so, his sisters let him back into their lives, he would always be a bit louder and more animated than most people would find acceptable, but as long as he stayed on his lithium he seemed okay. NOOOO, one night, his sister's little boy was just being a "rotten" kid, (bad diagnosis himself when he grew into his late teens), and this big bear of a man jumped up ,pulled the child's hair, and put his hands around his neck. The sister freed the child,hitting her brother in the head like taking on a wild animal to free her child. The child was hurt, not badly but hurt just the same, and the brother was sent to Clifton T Perkins hospital for the criminally insane. Again he spent his days in the institution ,only to be released relatively quickly and back to repeat and repeat again the stages of his illness.
The last I heard, he was hitting sixty, and had not had an episode in a few years, whether an illness that reared it's ugly head at 19 fits into the testosterone of young adulthood then wanes as one slips into old age, I don't know, but it's always been an interesting feature of his type of illness..
When Twizzler, and others ,mentioned White, I thought of my friend, and thought of the obvious episodic behavior of Fleet during the time of Jonbenet's death. Money can keep a history very secret. Oh lord...not a new story , a quicky this time. My sister worked for years at Phipp's clinic in Hopkins, and among her patients were some very wealthy and prominent people, and NEVER were their conditions made public, and privacy was in place with aliases during treatment. Could Fleet have a history that his father's money covered? Is this why he has no obvious employment? Rich oil man? I would bet he lives on a fat trust. IMO
