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The doctor looked away from her to close and lock her door before addressing his staff.
"She's been with us the longest, nearly twenty years since she was committed for 30 days of observation after trying to kill herself. Never being well enough to leave, afraid she'd hurt herself or someone else, she's been here ever since," he said looking from one member of his staff to the other.
"That's so sad," said one of the young, female psychiatrists.
"She lost her mind when she was giving her son oral sex and he lost the control of the car he was driving. He was killed instantly but somehow she survived, no doubt because she was too drunk to go into shock. Every Christmas she thinks he's still here with her," said Dr. Johnson. "Every Christmas she thinks she's having sex with her son."
His staff looked at her closed door before scribbling their notes and looking at their chief of psychiatry.
"That's so terribly sad," said one of the female residents. Obviously a female psychiatrist could feel her pain more than any of her male counterparts.
"We routinely medicate her, so that she'll sleep and get some much needed rest, otherwise, she'll be up dancing and talking to her imagined son all night. We continue giving her daily therapy but nothing seems to help. We can't convince her otherwise that her son is dead. We had to give her a private room because she routinely removes all of her clothes while pretending that they're having sex," said the psychiatrist.
THE END
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- COMMENTS
walkindatdog9 months agoi love the way you riff and riff on the same topic many many times, like a jazz saxophone- it makes your writing throb, like their love for each other throbs, every approach, every avenue explored, sussing out the naked truth, the overwhelming desire, the torrential downpour of their love. Thanks!
Waleedtmmamover 9 years agoI love your story miss Susan from first word till the end it's full of emotions between mother and her son that love make her can't stand with the truth that she lost him by tragic accident ..it's make me tear the end when I relies that she is in a mental hospital ..keep writing miss Susan and I'm already give you five stars voting ;)
jott50over 9 years agodam woman, you can really bring out the softer side in me sometimes. i was tearing up thii the hospital scene. what a wonderful story this was.
GREAT JOB SUSAN JILL PARKER!!!
naughtyincestloveover 9 years agoive read some of your stories they are pretty good but this one i think could of been better the ending ticked me off
