E Miss is young. Pretty. She is an artist. She has a boyfriend. And then friends too. An apartment. And work, too. Finally she had a job. And then she also suffers. of schizophrenia. Persecuting voices, paranoia. When I met him, she said she had lost five years of his life with this crap. Hospital, Medoc, street hospital. For her, it was over. " When you are ill, on medication. Then we are healed. So let me go, let me reclaim my life please . Tired of being the plaything of psychiatry, she said. Involuntary guinea pig she said. So she decided to stop treatment. Since she was cured. We found it legitimate. Physicians less. Legitimate because it is an issue and she wants to see what it does without. Because she claims she is cured. Legitimate because neuroleptics, it is side effects to bang their heads against the walls. In the disease, it has been thought that destroying the Medoc. Legitimate then, the urge to try life without neuroleptics. For us to accompany it. With the person trying to identify effects of stopping without defeat, without hitting it, without reducing it to his madness.
Then the dismissal took place. We called to see how she lived this news. Free to live her failure. Life. No response from the other side. Messages left, no answer. Decision to go there. Fourth floor of a tower placed in the middle of a noisy highway. No answer. Silence behind the door. Yet the wind passing underneath. After several attempts, we decide to enter.
It's here. Sitting cross-legged. A letter in his hands. Upside. Piles of torn paper beside her, bags full of clothes, the wind that blows no end. We talk, she does not respond. A staring into the void, little blink, do not even startled when the wind slammed the kitchen door. Catatonic, he said the doctor. A schizophrenic syndrome which is characterized by the decline of the whole person. How long is she like that? Does she hear us? Very quickly, we decide hospitalization. We know she was scared stiff. No longer wants to live this experience castrating. We whisper that we wish him the hospitalization. He can not leave it like that. She did not blink. Therefore does not intend to. We insist. Talking to business. She did not respond.
A forced hospitalization will be decided. And we know that a forced hospitalization, it will end badly. Not possible to do otherwise. The back of the room, I look. I said that we penetrate the privacy of this young girl while she does not realize it. Life goes on outside. The highway for hours saw in high spirits. We there. Around her. Looking at the wallpaper and musty old days. Or the holes she has in the walls. The shots in the cabinet. His works emaciated. We inform the hospital at the request of one third that we will deliver. That firefighters will come to accompany him to the hospital. No reaction. We are trying approval because we know.
It was banging on the door. While we whisper. Firefighters cry when they talk. A method to defuse perhaps. Nothing is to defuse. We explain.
- It's a girl that we follow. It presents some psychotic.
- Who?
- Schizophrenia
- Oh bipolar?
- Not ... schizophrenic.
So many difficulties to explain that the guy is a doctor who speaks (he did not require rigorous and charisma). On, it's relaxing atmosphere and they speak more softly. Too small for us all. But she does not hear. Not seen. A still staring. And the letter in his hands. And the wind blows. Firefighters explain him - hard - it will have to come down. They try to lift it. She is living in catalepsy, it remains in its original position. I go out. To make room. A duress. Outside
wait. Then I hear. The scream that brings tears. Cry in vain for a tiny piece of bar building. But the cry of conscience comes back. And blows. And violence. Leakage of a firefighter. Which comes with a shell. Final submission. She sees us and begging us to do something, why we came back without his permission, request they call the police to protect her. Everything goes too fast. Submission. Physical force. Violence. She does not understand. Fucking sick.
Go cry, life. I am bar here. But after crossing her eyes, she was strapped. Fucking sick.
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