Posted by Declan on August 28, 2006, at 0:00:04
When it's bad I can't remember names or think. Should my brother turn up when I'm like this I'd be inclined to say something like:
"Hello, family member (for I do recognise you), I hope you mean me no harm. You don't by any chance have a drink on you? How can I help?"There's a passage from Eliot:
'I was neither living nor dead and I knew nothing
Looking into the heart of light, the silence'I don't make it to the heart of light, but when things get bad I notice colours a lot, the light changes too. Just me and whatever colours, and a desperate kind of merging.
The cause or effect of this is not understanding what people say to me. Maybe I was born without a median strip.
The idea of shame comes to mind. That's what's nice about the litergy
'pardon and deliver you from all your sins and bring you to everlasting life'.With social phobia (ot PTSD or schizoaffective disorder or whatever we've been told to call it now)I've always been fascinated to know what it is that is feared. Being cast out of the group and left to die, perhaps?
Declan
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