|Nanowrimo 2011 begins (begins, begins)
||[Nov. 1st, 2011|10:46 pm]
Sean A. Berridge
(Author’s note: I am not a writer, by any great means, and therefore apologize if this is not what you are used to, but what I have to say only resembles fiction and should, in my professional opinion, be treated the same as any non-fiction piece would.)
I want you to focus on a man.
This man is very special. He is perhaps the most special man I have ever encountered in my practice, and I say that with my profession readily in mind. He is special enough to have been considered many times for a participant position in my team’s experiments, although he did not accept each time.
I want you to focus on this man because this man has been in my focus for far too long, and it was suggested to me to explore a new medium with which to contain my research on him. However I have found, in my writing, that it has turned out more like one of my lab reports than anything “new”. While I question the validity of this process it indeed soothes my mind and that is all I could have asked for.
This is merely the prologue to a journal of events that I have recorded. These events all contain “him” while he was in our care or while he was volunteering. I come to you, as my potential audience, for an escape: I am handing you my burden so that we may share the load.
If at any time upon reading the following you feel obligated to share facts or to correct my recollection of events, please do not mail me. I have reviewed and edited my piece over 300 times as of now, and I am sure that it is correct to the best of my memory. I do not wish to convey anything other than what was in my head. Should you have a different idea of what happened, I invite you to record your memories in a format similar to my own, as it is “simple and therapeutic” – so says my colleagues. I am still debating both of those points.
As a final note, something I was told is often done in this section of a text, I wish to dedicate this piece to someone dear to me. I am deliberately not choosing my wife, or any of my colleagues, as I do not wish to portray the wrong idea. This is not my “magnum opus”, my “memoirs”, or anything of the sort. It is merely a collection of events as distant from my soul as are the scribblings on my reports. I instead choose to dedicate this work to “him” – in no recursive sense, but simply because I have come to realize that it is he for whom this was written.
I will begin as clinically as I began the first day of university and the last day of my job. I trust that if you begin to read, you will continue until you have absorbed all of it, and if you are not prepared for such a thing, do not pick up this text.
Subject #: 104991933 / 104991898 / 34112x
Department: 12 (Psychiatric)
Subject ID: S8c8a7sca220
Age (first admission): 29
Days left: 29
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