Human Interaction
“Class, Class please quiet down, today we have a visitor. I have studied this young man for most of my life. The year I graduated with my doctorate was the same year this man was put into Alburque Asylum for his mental state. This man has Dissociative Identity Disorder, something you all might recognize as Multiple Personality. DID is when a person obtains two or more personality states in their mind. In 1916, he was placed in this asylum as his mother felt there was something wrong with him. They believed he was possessed by the devil. Everyone please welcome Clove Franklin.”
The lecture hall fell into silence once Clove walked into the room. He was a forty year old man with grey knotty hair and ragged clothes. The one thing …show more content…
But before he could reach me he got jolted back. Confused I walked over to the opposite side of the bed to see a cuff around his ankle. I sat down next to him on the bed and talked to him for thirty minutes, soon the session was over and I left.
“Clove, have a nice rest of your day. I will be back tomorrow”
I picked up my briefcase and left the room. The nurse came down the hallway to lock the big concrete door that held him captive. I peered through the foggy window on the door to see the young boy slamming his hand against the wall the enclosed him. I did not stop it and I did not tell the nurse. I thought it was his coping method, but I later learned it was his trigger to becoming destructive.
The classroom was filled with the sound of pencils against paper, as all the students began to take notes.
“Class, please put down your pencils. This is not a subject you are being tested on, but more of a learning method on how to study human behavior.”
“I have somethin to say” Clove mumbled.
“Oh good! please share.”
“You have gotten the story wrong Doctor.”
“Clove, we have all the files that suggest what I described, what I'm telling is the …show more content…
“I wouldn’t do that”
“And why not Doctor?”
Her voice was filled with frustration.
“See, today your son is not Clove. Today he is Luci. And if he sees his mother who abandoned him more than five years ago suddenly show up at his door, he might freak.”
“OH, YOU DO NOT THINK I KNOW MY OWN SON. YOU MAY HAVE BEEN AROUND MORE IN THE PAST FIVE YEARS, BUT WHERE WERE YOU THE FIRST TEN YEARS OF HIS LIFE.”
She burst through the door and stared at her now fifteen year old son. Trapped in the enclosed room. Who had no idea of what the outside world even looked like anymore. It was then he began knocking his head against the concrete wall.
“LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE” with every leave he said, he whacked his head on the wall. But she refused. Instead she go closer. And she kept getting closer until she was right next to him on the edge of his bed. That was when he spazzed. He not only gave her a concussion by throwing her against the wall but he also cracked open her head as well. Since that day, his mother never returned. The same kid who had asked the question before raised his
“Class, Class please quiet down, today we have a visitor. I have studied this young man for most of my life. The year I graduated with my doctorate was the same year this man was put into Alburque Asylum for his mental state. This man has Dissociative Identity Disorder, something you all might recognize as Multiple Personality. DID is when a person obtains two or more personality states in their mind. In 1916, he was placed in this asylum as his mother felt there was something wrong with him. They believed he was possessed by the devil. Everyone please welcome Clove Franklin.”
The lecture hall fell into silence once Clove walked into the room. He was a forty year old man with grey knotty hair and ragged clothes. The one thing …show more content…
But before he could reach me he got jolted back. Confused I walked over to the opposite side of the bed to see a cuff around his ankle. I sat down next to him on the bed and talked to him for thirty minutes, soon the session was over and I left.
“Clove, have a nice rest of your day. I will be back tomorrow”
I picked up my briefcase and left the room. The nurse came down the hallway to lock the big concrete door that held him captive. I peered through the foggy window on the door to see the young boy slamming his hand against the wall the enclosed him. I did not stop it and I did not tell the nurse. I thought it was his coping method, but I later learned it was his trigger to becoming destructive.
The classroom was filled with the sound of pencils against paper, as all the students began to take notes.
“Class, please put down your pencils. This is not a subject you are being tested on, but more of a learning method on how to study human behavior.”
“I have somethin to say” Clove mumbled.
“Oh good! please share.”
“You have gotten the story wrong Doctor.”
“Clove, we have all the files that suggest what I described, what I'm telling is the …show more content…
“I wouldn’t do that”
“And why not Doctor?”
Her voice was filled with frustration.
“See, today your son is not Clove. Today he is Luci. And if he sees his mother who abandoned him more than five years ago suddenly show up at his door, he might freak.”
“OH, YOU DO NOT THINK I KNOW MY OWN SON. YOU MAY HAVE BEEN AROUND MORE IN THE PAST FIVE YEARS, BUT WHERE WERE YOU THE FIRST TEN YEARS OF HIS LIFE.”
She burst through the door and stared at her now fifteen year old son. Trapped in the enclosed room. Who had no idea of what the outside world even looked like anymore. It was then he began knocking his head against the concrete wall.
“LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE” with every leave he said, he whacked his head on the wall. But she refused. Instead she go closer. And she kept getting closer until she was right next to him on the edge of his bed. That was when he spazzed. He not only gave her a concussion by throwing her against the wall but he also cracked open her head as well. Since that day, his mother never returned. The same kid who had asked the question before raised his