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[[Lauren Slater 1997 - Welcome to My Country.pdf]]
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>*%%HIGHLIGHT%% ==Summer, ninety- ve degrees, the street in East Boston where theresidence for chronic schizophrenics is sits dead and silent in theheat. I am new at this, my doctoral training just nished. And I’mtrying to think like a schizophrenic already, before I even haveinterviewed for the job at the Bates House; I’m attempting to enterwhat I believe will be a completely foreign place. Imaginingpsychosis, I see the leaves on the trees have gone brown and curled,the owers are on re; light glares and screeches in a shadowlessworld.I ring the bell to the front door and a fat sweating boy, his face amash of pimples, answers.“I am here to see Dr. Siley,” I say, glancing down at thenewspaper clipping in my hand, where the job advertisement hassweated o in a Rorschach black. The pimply-faced boy stares andstares at me. I can tell, from his fatness and sweat, a patient. Thenhe reaches out and touches my neck. I inch back from his hand.“What’s wrong?” he hisses at me, spittle foaming in the corners ofhis lips. “You don’t like me, you don’t like me, you don’t like me?”He sings more than says it, and I don’t know what to say. I want tosay, “I’m sorry.” I want to say, “Don’t you know it’s not polite totouch someone before you know them?” I want to say, “You scareme.” But instead I repeat, my voice tight, “I’m here to see Dr. Siley.Could you please get him for me?” The boy backs away. My very rst contact with a patient has gone cold. “Dr. Siley,” he wails,running down the cool hall of the institution. “Dr. Siley, some new== *
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>*%%HIGHLIGHT%% ==shrink is here. Watch out for her. She’s an alien. She has no bones inher neck.”So begins my work with the chronic schizophrenic population. I aman alien to them and they to me.== *
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>*%%HIGHLIGHT%% ==My rst group. Six men, all of whose charts I’ve read prior toactually meeting them. I watch as they le into the group room.== *
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>*%%HIGHLIGHT%% ==Oscar slogs into the group room, groans, lowers himself onto the oor, and lies there with his hairy belly bloating up.“I am,” I say, my voice cracking from fear (for I have never donethis kind of work before; all my other patients have been violent orsad or scared but not ... not ... this), “your new group therapist.We’ll be meeting once a week to talk things over, see how your livesare going, confront problems, think up solutions, play some games,even. How does that sound?”Silence. Oscar, on the oor, appears to be asleep. Surprisinglydelicate snores issue from his thick lips. The other men sit pressedagainst the walls or staring into their own squares of space asthough they are strangers riding a train. And yet some of them havebeen living together in this institution for as long as seven years. AsI get more acquainted with these people, I will come to understandhow they almost always dwell in such silence.== *
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>*%%HIGHLIGHT%% ==It is useless, I think to myself during the rst few weeks of thegroup, to try to get these men to connect with one another ormyself, because connections between human beings depend at leastpartly on words, and the words of the schizophrenic are terriblyskewed. The schizophrenic speaks a mumbo-jumbo languagepsychologists call a “word salad,” nouns and verbs, fragments fromthe past, snippets of dreams all tossed into the lush wet mess.Sometimes beautiful sparks of sense do y out, and other timesbizarre but poetic hallucinations—the man with the blue ears whosleeps on the ceiling, miraculous cures that curl from test tubesfoaming inside someone’s head. You look for these swaths of senseand rhythm and, as you would any good wave, you try to ride it, buttoo often it zzles into foam and you nd yourself washed up in atangle of mental kelp== *
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>*%%HIGHLIGHT%% ==The sta in this unit, many of whom are highly experienced,having worked with the chronic schizophrenic population for manyyears, advise me to forget about doing “deep work”—work thateither focuses on the patients’ own internal worlds or attempts tofoster real relationships among them== *
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>*%%HIGHLIGHT%% ==But how did this belief come to be, I wonder? After all, a longtime ago, in Freud’s Vienna, the crazy man was seen as someonecloser to creativity, van Gogh’s stars stu ed in his twilit skull.Earlier in the century, Harold Searles wrote extensively on theemotional life of schizophrenics and the importance of therapy thathonored and explored these feelings. I trace the loss of such views—the loss of the belief that schizophrenics are in need of complexemotional or relational-based interventions—to the rise in the 1950sof humanistic psychology and Abraham Maslow. Maslow, with hisHierarchy of Basic Needs, helped us to stop thinking so much aboutrepression and to start thinking about actualization. According toMaslow, we all want to actualize ourselves, but only a few of us areable to do so. Before we can focus on higher-level needs—whichinclude as core components emotional insight, love, and connectionswith others—we must be free rst from hunger, thirst, and illness,and then from threats that endanger either psychological orphysiological survival.Maslow’s model was linear, and it (along with behaviorism, traitpsychology, and the increasing popularity of neuropsychology) mayhave contributed to the contemporary treatment philosophy ofschizophrenics by suggesting that an ability to even consider issueslike love and intimacy must be preceded by adequate shelter and astable mind relatively free from interpersonal or intrapsychicthreats.== *
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>*%%HIGHLIGHT%% ==And yet, as I begin to listen to the men in my group, as week afterweek goes by, I think I start to see glimmers of higher-levelcapabilities. Oscar’s delusions have an awful lot to do withgirlfriends who live on Pluto and land on rooftops when they wishto visit him. He tells me that in the night his seven hundred Chinesewives pay him visits, slipping in through the windows.== *
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>*%%HIGHLIGHT%% ==It is late August now, and I’ve been leading the group for twomonths. Given the nature of my training, for two months I’ve beenresisting a tread through the gardens. Instead I’ve been trying tododge and weave through the spitballs of images these men throwat me, and I am tired.== *
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>*%%HIGHLIGHT%% ==And I am tired, and my own life has become a little boring,devoid of fantasy, at. I think I need a new boyfriend, a dash ofspice and sex== *
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>*%%HIGHLIGHT%% ==And that may be why, when, a few days later, Oscar announces aspaceship has landed on his enormous belly, I break down. “Allright,” I say, looking around the room, eyeing the door and hopingit’s closed so none of the other sta can hear, “why don’t we go fora ride in it, then? Let’s go.”== *
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>*%%HIGHLIGHT%% ==“Let’s go!” the irrepressible Lenny shouts, jumping up and down.== *
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>*%%HIGHLIGHT%% ==“Where?” I say, and indeed I mean it. I am thinking of the diced-up apples of desire, the green leaves of love. What about thesethings I hear in the schizophrenic’s dream talk? Will the spaceshiptake us closer to such themes, the ones Maslow perches near the topof his hierarchy and that the schizophrenic is supposedly incapableof grasping?== *
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>*%%HIGHLIGHT%% ==Lenny strides across the room and eases down on the oor rightnext to Oscar. He takes his deep-black hand and lays it on top ofOscar’s swollen white stomach. The hand sits there like a black starin a white sky, some sort of weird reversal.== *
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>*%%HIGHLIGHT%% ==“They love you,” I say and, thinking of the overweight unloved-by-girls Oscar, something sad rises up in me. I feel my own voicegrow low, whispery. The room seems darker, even though thesummer sun burns like an ember in the white sky outside. Shadows,sexy shadows, ripple and sway on the walls.== *
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>*%%HIGHLIGHT%% ==“They love him,” Joseph says, and there is something keening inhis voice. “I myself am waiting for my wife in Brighton. She keepsme good company. Sometimes she sits on my head.”== *
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>*%%HIGHLIGHT%% ==This is just a hypothesis, but I decide to go with it. I decide, forthe time being, to abandon the ADL stu in group, thebuttonyourshirtsitupstraightwhywon’t-youtakeyourmedsremembertopickupthebathmat, and assume they arecapable of more. I try to build a group that is explicitly a socialsphere. I wonder whether or not, given guidance, these men will beable to learn how to form connections to one another that breakthrough the membrane of their own madness. And if they can formconnections, enter into relationships, as they seemingly desire—thedesire their delusional systems speak of—I wonder what kinds ofrelationships they will actually have.I make the group more activities-oriented because I believerelationships are best formed through the sharing of commoncontexts. And I make the group kinesthetic because I suspect onlyphysical movement will be powerful enough to propel my patientsout of their separate spheres. Sometimes it works and sometimes itdoesn’t. We have a remarkably successful pizza party one afternoon,the men managing, after an hour of in-depth negotiation, to ordersausage and pepperoni toppings and walk down to the pizza parlor== *
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>*%%HIGHLIGHT%% ==I bring in pastels and large sheets of fresh white paper, ask themen to draw a gift they would most like to give another member ofthe group. Some of the men roll the pastels against their faces, eyeshalf closed. Lenny picks a deep red color, sweeps it across the page,and then leans back to peer at the crimson line of life. “Ahhh,” hesays to himself. “Ahhh, yessss. Yesssss.” He uses the crayon to drawan elaborate design in the air and then goes over to Charles, slowlytraces a thick vein in Charles’s neck. Charles, like a silver cat, archeshis neck to the touch.== *
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>*%%HIGHLIGHT%% ==He doesn’t answer. Instead he looks down at the few crude lineshe has drawn. He says, “I am afraid. Afraid of when she dies. Whowill take care of me? No one else is left in my family. It’s why I haveSheba and the girls in my head. The crazy thoughts and the girls arebetter than nothing.”== *
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>*%%HIGHLIGHT%% ==Moments like these make my work rewarding. Moments when theclouds of confusion clear away and the seemingly incapable patientchoruses through with a gem of sense. Into my memory at momentslike these comes the comet I saw when I was a little, little girl. Itwas late at night, and I was in a garden in the Caribbean,surrounded by strange blooms I had never seen before, mysteriouspursed and drooping plants with tongues and shining white stars intheir centers. And a hand (whose hand? A dream hand with shadow ngers) tilted up my chin and a voice (whose voice? My father’svoice) told me to look into the sky, for there was a ower strangereven than the ones on this earth—a comet aring from the darkness,its tail a utter of ery petals. And the voice, my father’s voice, toldme the comet had come tonight and would not do so again for along time. And watching Oscar on the oor cross the wrought-ironbridge with the gargoyles on it is the same as seeing that comet, abright burst, something sad and wonderful, loss poised inside thesingle sparks of his words. I smile.“I am lonely,” Oscar says, still clear. He plucks a brown pastel outof the box and speed-sketches an empty skull. “It’s what my headlooks like without Sheba and the albino girls,” he says.== *
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