Between September and December, 2016, a Social Worker named Christy Lenhardt at Elgin Mental Health Center, a facility run by the Illinois Department of Human Services, sent a number of emails from an account at the address, christylenhardt@gmail.com, to one of her patients, at the address, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The patient was able to keep all these emails as documents that are proven to be genuine. They evidence outrageous violations of clear policy, professional rules and ethical standards, and criminal law.
In an email on October 25, 2016 at 10:02, Lenhardt wrote to her patient:
In an email on October 25, 2016 at 10:02, Lenhardt wrote to her patient:
"Now I'm in the bathtub thinking of you touching me all over. We'd be wet and our skin would be glistening and our hands would be sliding all over each other. We'd be kissing like we never kissed before, from all vantage points and then yourmouth would be on my neck. You'd move down to my breasts with your lips and your hands. One hand would slip downward between my legs making me moan. Our kissing would get hot and our breath come faster. I'd touch you and I'd say, now do it now. Then you'd slide into me and you'd move slowly at first and then faster. The friction and electricity making us burn like stars. We'd look into each other's eyes and profess our undeniable love, our bodies moving perfectly together as if we were made to fit together. Then we'd dry each other off and move to the bed where you'd pull me on top of you, my hips moving until we both came in a crashing crescendo, crying out each other's names. We'd lay in each others arms after our vigorous lovemaking, caressing each other. My body fitting into yours, I'd feel safe against your chest in your strong muscled arms listening to your heart beat and the way your voice sounds through the walls of your chest.
"It's still Saturday lol. I'm sitting in my family room chair. My husband went upstairs to take a nap. Joe just came downstairs as I'm rereading this email. A bit weird. Now Ryan is down here too and he turned on the TV. I guess it's better than playing that video game. We are leaving for my parents in 20 minutes. So much for my peace and quiet. I texted my sister about her flight. Everything is in the works for Monday. Her youngest, Jonna, is taking her to the airport. My mom just called. She sounds really stressed. Never heard her quite so stressed. Not much time left. I have to go. I'm sure getting good at writing emails on my phone!
"My mom was very stressed but she seemed to get less so during our visit. It was nice. Watched the Cubs win. I enjoy watching baseball more than I thought I would.
"So what do you think of my little narrative above before the family stuff? I don't know if all this is good for us. It might be like the hype before a movie. You expect it to be so good and then it doesn't match your expectations. Among other reasons. All that hype and all we can do is look at each other all googly eyed. Although I love that too. I love being in love with you. It makes me giddy and happy like a teenager. As you know every night and every weekend I get hit with the reality of us, so unfathomably (that's not a word lol I made it up but unfathomable is a word) unexpected and rare but absurd and illicit to the world. I still fight with this no matter how hard I try to chill...lol.
"Here's what I think about. My husband is just a hard working man who tries his best and in his limited and lacking way he cannot give me what I need, nor treat me the way I want him to and nothing I do changes that. Or maybe this is what it's like after 25 years of marriage? But that's not what I see on TV. Anyway it's just not in him. So I can just live with that, which I suppose is what alot of women do, or I can follow my heart and live with this on my conscience. It is almost impossible for me not to love you. You are there on weekdays smiling and adorable, handsome and sexy and irresistible. You make me feel wanted and loved, warm and sexy, beautiful and desired, funny and smart, quirky and perfect just the way I am. All the things I want and crave and need so desperately. What is there not to love about that?
"That being said if I leave him for you I face many life changes. The way I see it I could change my whole life and then be left in the dust alone and broken and penniless when your 35 year old ass gets tired of my 65 year old ass. You and I know this is inevitable. My kids would hate me for divorcing their father. My friends and family would say I told you so."
(To be continued, with dates, times and the text of many more emails.... I apologize in advance for the offensive, embarrassing or explicit sexual nature of some of these communications. The tax-paying public in Illinois needs to know the truth about corruption and utter absence of any and all medical professionalism, in the so-called "forensic mental health" system which they pay for. What makes these secret emails (secret at the time they were written and sent) startling is the fact that they are from a state social worker to her involuntary, legally disabled patient. I.e., they are NOT private communications between consenting adults. And, Christy Lenhardt is far from any singular bad apple. On the contrary, she is typical of the entire rotten barrel.)
