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Chapter 233: In Which I Read From the Journal of Psychiatry and Neuroscience

In Uncategorized on August 21, 2011 at 12:31 am

A case of “subjective” Frégoli syndrome.
Drs. Silva and Leong
Department of Psychiatry, University of California.

In the classic type of Frégoli syndrome, the affected person believes that another person’s mind can inhibit the body of another person. We present an unusual presentation of Frégoli syndrome in which patient “F.” believed that copies of his own mind inhabited the bodies of others.

“F.” was arrested for disturbing the peace, and claimed his sister was not his own. He further believed that there were machines in jail and other places that could manufacture copies of minds of others, including his own.

{src: J Psychiatry Neurosci. 1991 July; 16(2): 103–105.}

Chapter 232: Cunctando Regitur Mundus

In Uncategorized on August 20, 2011 at 12:40 am

I put the book down. I am remembered of my father’s favorite Latin proverb.

Waiting, one conquers all.

All I have to do is bide my time from here on out. No impulsive assaults, no rushing the orderlies. I play into their little game, and then the right moment for my escape will present itself.

I’ll bring patience, they’ll supply the time.

I’ll cooperate with their “treatment” for my Fregoli’s. The longer I am here, the more intel I can gather. And when the moment comes to strike, my blow will be all the more devastating for having been withheld.

Chapter 231: Light Reading

In Uncategorized on August 19, 2011 at 3:35 am

Delusional Misidentification Syndromes contain four types of syndromes: the syndrome of subjective doubles, the syndrome of intermetamorphosis, Fregoli syndrome and Capgras syndrome.

The condition is named after the Italian actor Leopoldo Fregoli who was renowned for his ability to make quick changes of appearance during his stage act.

Courbon and Fail first reported the condition in a 1927 paper (Syndrome d’illusion de Frégoli et schizophrénie). They described a 27-year-old woman who believed she was being pursued by two actors she often saw at the theatre. She believed these people pursued her closely, taking the form of people she knew or met.

Chapter 230: Nothing Better

In Uncategorized on August 18, 2011 at 3:23 am

When I woke up this morning, there were some new additions to my room. My breakfast was laid out on a tray (and boy, did it pale in comparison to the food Doctor-Margery used to serve in her facility).

There were some other things as well: fresh laundry, paper and markers, and a pile of books about mental illness, helpfully marked with little sticky notes to the sections relevant to my “condition”.

Well, there’s no TV here. And no way out, at least not that I have found so far. So I pick up a book and start reading it.

Chapter 229: Rush Job

In Uncategorized on August 17, 2011 at 12:36 am

I go for him then. So stupid. I should have guessed he’d have a taser on him, but I wasn’t thinking clearly.

One things for sure. Any doubt they managed to instill in me is gone. Doctors take an oath to do no harm. I’m pretty sure that means they don’t get to carry weapons.

Two men come in. They are dressed in scrubs, but they move with military precision. The way they hold themselves, the way they communicate with each other using only gestures and glances. I know this is no hospital.

I have gotta get out of here.

Chapter 228: Aporia

In Uncategorized on August 16, 2011 at 2:49 am

“We’re happy to call your daughter and get her to come on down. Visiting hours are almost over, of course, but I think in your case we can make an exception.”

“No, you can’t. Because there are no visiting hours because this isn’t a hospital because you are lying to me! I know who you are! You razed Abilene, you hunted my friends, you killed– You killed Johnny. And the more I think about it, the more certain I am that you killed my husband, too.”

“Ms. Jones, you don’t have a husband.”

“Not anymore.”

“Please, Margery. Let us help.”

Chapter 227: Saints of Alexandria

In Uncategorized on August 15, 2011 at 2:02 am

“Excuse me?”

“Dora. Where is she? You keep saying she’s worried about me, that she’s given you my medical history. If she’s really around, why not bring her in? I’d love to say hello. Unless you’ve had her beheaded like her namesake?”

“Ms. Jones, your daughter was here, right after we first brought you in. You said some…some very nasty things to her. She got upset, and left. We can try to call her back in, but I think you hurt her.”

“Nice try, doc. Try to shift the blame onto me. Won’t work. I know what you people are.”

Chapter 226: A Valid Question

In Uncategorized on August 14, 2011 at 1:34 pm

“Why do you think I wouldn’t want to admit that?”

“Because nobody wants to tell the crazy person she’s crazy. And your little doctor pal didn’t introduce you to me as a psychologist.”

“Psychiatrist, actually.”

“I want to get out of here. And you’re never going to let me go, are you?”

“Margery, I assure you–”

“Can you not, please? Using my first name isn’t going to make me more likely to tell you anything, so cut it out with the “best of friends” act, alright?”

“We only want to help you. Your daughter is worried sick.”

“Then where is she?”

Chapter 225: In Which We Meet Another Doctor

In Uncategorized on August 13, 2011 at 1:25 pm

“Ms. Jones, this is Dr. Carlton. He’ll be assisting you with your recovery process. He’d like to ask you some question.”

“Hello, Margery,” he says.

Dr. Carlton is tall, and very thin. He has dark blonde hair in need of a trim, and a deep red beard. He looks a bit like an underfed Viking, and I tell him as much.

“Wow, you are funny!” he replies, with that saccharine doctor voice I’ve grown to hate.

“I’ll let you two get acquainted,” says the other doc, and leaves us.

“So, Margery, how can I help?”

“Start by admitting you’re a shrink.”

Chapter 224: Double Double

In Uncategorized on August 12, 2011 at 1:20 pm

“You know what? This isn’t exactly my area of expertise. Let me call in one of my colleagues.”

“You’re not foolin’ me, lady.”

“I’ll be right back, Ms. Jones.”

The door seals with some sort of thick clicking sound. I feel a change in the air, like the room is under negative pressure. She’ll be back, and with a whole team of orderlies. Then it’s back to sleep with me, dreaming of worlds bleeding together and placing weapons in my hand.

So I’m astonished when the air wooshes across the room and the door clicks open. One doctor has become two.