“Oh God. Not again. Please make it stop!” she said to herself almost under her breath while sitting beside me in court while we were waiting for the judge to enter the courtroom.
“What?” I whispered.
“This mother. She’s texting me nonstop. I have about a hundred texts from her just this morning.” my social worker client whispered back.
“Maybe she’s crazy.” I suggested.
“You think, Dumbass!” only she left off the “Dumbass,” but I could hear it in her desperate voice.
Then this morning, I woke up realizing how much like this crazy person that I must seem to my now former friends who pretty much want nothing more to do with me simply because in my whatever condition it is that I have, I had started texting them a little too much more than they would prefer.
Like now.
Good crazy tune. I still remember Heart's "Crazy on You." Years ago I read Thomas Szasz book "the Myth of Mental Illness." Great book on the medical professions myths of craziness. Thomas Szasz, a psychiatrist jn his 1961 book “The Myth of Mental Illness” questioned the legitimacy of his field and provided the intellectual grounding for generations of critics, patient advocates and antipsychiatry activists, making enemies of many fellow doctors.
Good essay. Well written. You reflect on yourself.