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and “hallucinations…” when I spoke about the presence
of my mother after dropping the pocket knife.
Finishing his notes, he put the pen back in his pocket
protector, leaned forward and asked me if I would like to
speak with the head psychiatrist.
I smiled and replied, “Yes… very much so.”
Smiling back, he informed me that the doctor’s office was
on the 7 th floor in a secured area of the hospital and would
require my signature to enter. He passed me a pen and
clipboard with a form attached.
I signed the document not realizing at the time that it was
a voluntary commitment form.
“Wait right here Mr. Thompson while I arrange for an
escort to take you up.”
Sitting there in his office I felt a sense of relief, the heavy
weight I had been carrying was lifting and I knew the
psychiatrist was going to help me get my life back on
track.
Things were not as they appeared.
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