take them. They just say that Doctor Hobbit has ordered them, so I have to take them. I have tried to pretend to swallow them, but they catch me every time.
The first time I tried they made me stand in front of them with a glass of water, and wouldn't let me go and sit down until I had drunk the whole glass. So that didn't work. Now I'm getting smarter. I can hold the tablets in my cheek and still drink a glass of water. Ha! Getting rid of them later is a bit trickier. There are cameras and eyes everywhere. So dumping them in the toilet won't work. Now I pretend to cough. I cover my mouth, and mush the softened tablets in my hand. Pretty smart, huh?
See, your big sis is not mad. I just want to get the hell out of here!
Abigail
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CASE FILE #2794 ABIGAIL LEE MANUS D.O.B. 02/04/1998
ENTRY 7: 17/04/2014
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It has been reported that Abigail has attempted to "cheek" her medications and I suspect she has been moderately successful with this manoeuvre. This could help to explain why Abigail has not shown any appreciable improvement in her mood.
I have ordered double dose of both medications, while keeping each to a single tablet.
She remains stubbornly silent in group therapy sessions â but I am sure that she is monitoring and assessing both the other patients and her surroundings.
I believe she is deeply traumatised. Her silence is a defence mechanism. She is determined not to share her secret. I wonder if she has tried to in her past, but this attempt did not resolve her situation.
In our individual sessions anger radiates off her in waves. She does not trust me, and deeply resents being in the facility. This is clear from the one question she asked today: 'Do you read what I write to Crystal?'
'No,' I answered her challenge. 'All patient correspondence is monitored by the nursing staff for signs of self-harming. If this is not indicated, I am not informed of the content of the letters.'
'Bullshit! Like I would believe you!' she spat. She spent the rest of the session glaring at me. I'm getting used to it.
I will have to change the venue for our individual sessions, as I sense she does not like being in my office.
However, until we see a steadying of her mood swings and a higher level of co-operation with the program, I will leave her in room 101.
I will maintain the suicide watch over the weekend. We will review this at the staff meeting next Monday.
Dr. Harry Nightingale.
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Dear Crystal,
Doctor Hobbit says I am lucky because I have a room on my own. Some of the crazies share a room. At least they can talk their crazy stuff to each other. And they are allowed to have personal items in their rooms. Okay, the mirrors are shiny metal, not glass. I get that. But they have pictures and curtains and books. Well, the least crazy ones do.
My room is like a prison cell. Everything is made of metal and bolted to the floor. The camera over the door watches all the time. I know 'cos I have seen the monitors in the nurses' station. The small pane in the door is reinforced with the same wire mesh as the windows.
I don't even have a light switch! They control the lights. I'm not allowed to have any books. When I asked Doctor Hobbit why not, he said we can talk about it. That's all he ever says. He won't tell me anything. What does he think I am going to do with a book? Eat it? I think he has trust issues.
All I am allowed to do is read magazines in the lounge room. They are complete crap. There is no TV or radio. They pump what they probably think is soothing music through the ward.
I am seriously going out of my mind, here. You have got to get me out!!!!!!!
Abigail
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CASE FILE #2794 ABIGAIL LEE MANUS D.O.B. 02/04/1998
ENTRY 8: 18/04/2014
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I know that Abigail is aware of her surroundings. She is quietly watching and listening to the other patients. She still steadfastly refuses to connect with the staff or other patients.
'How are you feeling today, Abigail?' I tried to
The first time I tried they made me stand in front of them with a glass of water, and wouldn't let me go and sit down until I had drunk the whole glass. So that didn't work. Now I'm getting smarter. I can hold the tablets in my cheek and still drink a glass of water. Ha! Getting rid of them later is a bit trickier. There are cameras and eyes everywhere. So dumping them in the toilet won't work. Now I pretend to cough. I cover my mouth, and mush the softened tablets in my hand. Pretty smart, huh?
See, your big sis is not mad. I just want to get the hell out of here!
Abigail
Â
Â
CASE FILE #2794 ABIGAIL LEE MANUS D.O.B. 02/04/1998
ENTRY 7: 17/04/2014
----
It has been reported that Abigail has attempted to "cheek" her medications and I suspect she has been moderately successful with this manoeuvre. This could help to explain why Abigail has not shown any appreciable improvement in her mood.
I have ordered double dose of both medications, while keeping each to a single tablet.
She remains stubbornly silent in group therapy sessions â but I am sure that she is monitoring and assessing both the other patients and her surroundings.
I believe she is deeply traumatised. Her silence is a defence mechanism. She is determined not to share her secret. I wonder if she has tried to in her past, but this attempt did not resolve her situation.
In our individual sessions anger radiates off her in waves. She does not trust me, and deeply resents being in the facility. This is clear from the one question she asked today: 'Do you read what I write to Crystal?'
'No,' I answered her challenge. 'All patient correspondence is monitored by the nursing staff for signs of self-harming. If this is not indicated, I am not informed of the content of the letters.'
'Bullshit! Like I would believe you!' she spat. She spent the rest of the session glaring at me. I'm getting used to it.
I will have to change the venue for our individual sessions, as I sense she does not like being in my office.
However, until we see a steadying of her mood swings and a higher level of co-operation with the program, I will leave her in room 101.
I will maintain the suicide watch over the weekend. We will review this at the staff meeting next Monday.
Dr. Harry Nightingale.
Â
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Â
Dear Crystal,
Doctor Hobbit says I am lucky because I have a room on my own. Some of the crazies share a room. At least they can talk their crazy stuff to each other. And they are allowed to have personal items in their rooms. Okay, the mirrors are shiny metal, not glass. I get that. But they have pictures and curtains and books. Well, the least crazy ones do.
My room is like a prison cell. Everything is made of metal and bolted to the floor. The camera over the door watches all the time. I know 'cos I have seen the monitors in the nurses' station. The small pane in the door is reinforced with the same wire mesh as the windows.
I don't even have a light switch! They control the lights. I'm not allowed to have any books. When I asked Doctor Hobbit why not, he said we can talk about it. That's all he ever says. He won't tell me anything. What does he think I am going to do with a book? Eat it? I think he has trust issues.
All I am allowed to do is read magazines in the lounge room. They are complete crap. There is no TV or radio. They pump what they probably think is soothing music through the ward.
I am seriously going out of my mind, here. You have got to get me out!!!!!!!
Abigail
Â
Â
CASE FILE #2794 ABIGAIL LEE MANUS D.O.B. 02/04/1998
ENTRY 8: 18/04/2014
----
I know that Abigail is aware of her surroundings. She is quietly watching and listening to the other patients. She still steadfastly refuses to connect with the staff or other patients.
'How are you feeling today, Abigail?' I tried to
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