Tuesday, 25 March 2008

When there's nothing on the telly

Aren't you supposed to have sex?


Instead I find things to wash, and he finds Tomb Raider to play.


I had coffee and cake in Tescos with a man who has schizophrenia today. I've never knowingly met someone with this condition before, which is neither here nor there, as it manifests itself differently in each individual. In fact, some of his more unusual behaviours seem more in line with suspected but undiagnosed aspergers. Poor bugger really does have a lot of things to contend with in terms of fitting in with the general population. He seemed very timid and vulnerable, and although articulate kept getting stuck on saying the same things. 'I get the screams, Katherine, I have an-ice-scream' was one. Although he managed not to scream the hour we were out, he was obviously struggling at times. I wish it was possible to look around inside people's brains in the same way as you can their intestines. I'm sure the results would be far more interesting.

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