There are 42 People in My Head

At the Therapist

Next morning, June 28, 2011, I made a frantic call to Spane's therapist. She said to come by at two thirty that day.

The interesting thing about this is that just that past Tuesday, had been the last day of therapy for Spane. He was sent away with a clean bill of health, a good child, no problems. I guess not, huh?

So, we get to the therapist's office, and she sits him down and starts asking about the voices. I sat in a chair and tried to keep calm.

Therapist

So, Spane can you tell me about the voices?

Spane

There are 42 of them.

Therapist

42?

Spane

I just counted them. There are 42 voices all yelling at me.

Therapist

Can you see them, too?

Spane

Yes

Therapist

What do they look like?

Spane

Well, they look like The Three Stooges

Therapist

Are they all boys?

Spane

Yes

Therapist

How old are they? Are they young like you?

Spane

No, they are adults, like you know, 35, 40 years old

Therapist

Do you see them standing in the room?

Spane

No, they are like on a white piece of paper, in my head. I don't see them in the room, just my head. They are all wearing white tee shirts with the word Bully written on it

Therapist

So what do they say?

Spane

Well, they tell me to do bad things. They tell me not to pay attention to my mother, to hit my mother. They tell me to be disrespectful, they just tell me not to be good boy.

Mom Remembers

Spane went to another room to play while the therapist and I discussed his case. She said it was definitely not Schizophrenia, but that we would need to see a the psychiatrist to find out what has really going on.

Then I remembered that Spane had hit his head at school about two years ago, in the same spot where he was complaining of the headaches hurting. I told the therapist I was going to take Spane to the ER and get a CT scan to find out if there was anything physical affecting this.