The Crazy Doctor

One of the symptoms of my mania in 1991 was extreme fear.

I remember I was hospitalized promptly when I got back from New York. I was in my room shared with a woman who tried to commit suicide after botching up an eyebrow plucking job. I was minding my own business. This doctor, whom I didn't recognize, came in and began to touch me. I think he was feeling my pulse.

He noticed the total fear in my eyes. I remember his hands tightened their grip on my arm. He was squeezing my arm.

I remember the sadistic look in his eye.

He was loving terrifying me.

To this crazy doctor, much more crazier than I, I say "Fuck you."

ps in 1991, I was beautiful, unlike now. the whole game seemed to be a bit sexual.