Mommy, I'm Hearing Voices

Monday night, June 27, 2011, Spane was beginning to act up a little.  He seemed like he was angry, although he had had a nice day playing with the friends next door.

Me:

"Spane, it's time to go to bed.  Can you put on your pajamas, please?"

Spane:

"No!"

Me:

"Spane, are you mad at me?"

Spane:

"No, Mommy"

Me:

"Are you mad because your other friends weren't able to come over and play today?"

Spane:

"No, Mommy"

Me:

"Spane, what's really going on?"

Spane:

"Mommy, I have a head ache!"

Me:

"We have Tylenol for that.  Do you want me to get you some?"

Spane:

"No, Mommy. It doesn't work."

Me:

"Well, honey, I don't know what to do then."

Spane (agitated and frustrated):

"Mommy, I'm tired of the headaches telling me what to do!"

Me (really calmly):

"Spane, are you hearing voices?"

Spane:

"Yes, Mommy, I am"

Me (trying to stay calm):

"What do they say, honey?"

Spane:

"Well, they tell me to do bad things.  They always tell me to do bad things, and I can't get rid of them, or make them go away!"

That was the first night. That was the beginning.