when the insane fight back part 1

“Why do you insist on coming here almost every day?� she sat at her computer and didn’t look at him. “I want to help you.� He stared at her intently. “Why do you presume I need help?� she brazenly looked back. �Why? Because you’re ill, you’re a very sick girl, and you need help, treatment.� He was imploring her. “No I’m not. Just because I don’t conform to your social ideal doesn’t mean I’m sick.� “Come on! You, you see things! You’re delusional, you hear voices, you never leave the house! That’s a sickness. You need help!� “I’ve never harmed anyone, I mind my own business, and keep to myself, I, I don’t DO anything... How is that wrong? You keep telling me that my life, and the way I conduct myself is wrong, and, what if you’re wrong? What if you’re the one who needs the help?� “You can’t be serious?� “Oh, but I am.� She smugly smiled. “Who put you in charge? Who are you to distinguish between sane and insane? Why do you have the power and the audacity to tell me that I’m in the wrong? There are plenty of other people who do things way worse than me.� “True. But I think it’s better to treat you before you get to that dangerous destructive level.� “And what makes you think that I’ll ever get there? I’ve been living like this for years. I’ve very peaceful. I have no need to go postal.� “Ok, but what if you take a turn to the worst? And you, and suddenly…� he was reaching for words. “Suppose I do. Suppose I do for some reason give in and indulge and react with my voices and delusions.� He cut her off, “you don’t now?� “No, I just, I don’t really, it’s not like I have conversations with them. They’re just there, they do most of the talking.� She was distracted. “Anyways, so what? If they tell me to kill, who would I kill? Who would I hurt? My delusions? The voices in my head? I never leave my apartment. I never see anyone, except you. So where’s the harm?� she smiled; she had won this battle. “No, there aren’t other people, but what about you?� “Me?� “Yes. You could end up harming yourself.� She sighed. “Doc, come on! I have no family, no friends, I’m pretty much confined to this place. I’m not on the brink of some mind blowing revelation. If I died? Who cares? I’m not afraid of death.�