The human mind is so fascinating: I’ve been a psychotherapist for quite a few years now, and there are still some things that baffle me.
James came back to my practice today, and for the first time he was by himself: his mother let him come to me on his own, which is indubitably a good sign of trust from her. He has almost completely recovered from last week’s hypomaniac episode, and today his spirit was calmer.
I asked him about the interesting conversation we had last Friday, during which he insisted in asking me if I was “one of them”, a member of the somewhat secret organization that was trying to kidnap him, or some similar plot taken from the latest action movie. He claimed no recollection of the conversation: he said he had no idea of what happened between Thursday morning and Saturday night of last week. He had asked his mother, but apparently he had spent a lot of time on his own those days; he had gone out on Friday afternoon, only to come back on Saturday night, without explanations. He didn’t have a clue. And this bothered him.
I am not sure if this had already happened to him, a complete amnesia following hypomaniac episodes, but for sure it is not completely uncommon. Sometimes the human mind tries to protect itself from its own darkest mysteries.
I should try to change my patients’ schedule one of these days, to try and place the most cheerful people on Friday: I always end up thinking about my most complicated patients during the weekend. And this is not very good for my social life, as Sarah would put it…
To a more cheerful weekend, then.
Dr. Alexander Williams