7121 LONZO
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我简直无法理解这个案例，已经过去了近10年，我们仍然没有取得任何进展。泰勒明显受到了一些根深蒂固的抑郁症困扰，追溯到他的童年，但由于他乐观的天性，我不得不多次修正我对潜在预后的看法，我甚至不想想象这将对现有心理疾病的医学委员会指数产生什么影响。
回想一下我们在房子里进行的第一次会议的下午，他在那里比在诊所更加放松。从那时起，我们在那里进行了不少的会议，至少每周两次。我记得那个地方干净而被照顾得很好，家具是20世纪70年代的原始回溯。在我在那里的一些其他场合，发生了一些奇怪的事情，我无法解释，但我觉得这个地方有点不同寻常。
一种强烈的好奇心在我身上涌现，我有一天晚上开车经过泰勒的房子。如果我说这没有让我感到不安，我会撒谎的。在那里，在二楼的窗户里——我记得从以前的访问中看到的儿童房——他坐在那里，深夜，凝视前方，仿佛他房子后面那座山会执行某种神圣的姿态。这给了我和我几天前刚刚在房子里结束一次会议后产生的相同感觉，我走到滑动门旁，望向露台。我看到后院地面上铺满了成百上千个棒球，这是一个可怕的场景，我光是想起来就起鸡皮疙瘩。
他的强烈使我发抖。他不断地掷那个奇怪的骰子，我有种感觉，它让他平静下来，分散了他对我们谈话的情感关注。我让雪莉去弄清楚这些骰子是什么，但她回到我这里时，给了我一个支离破碎的解释，说它曾经是2000年之前一种流行的游戏道具。这只是重新证实了我的观念，即他迷失了自己，不，是在不同的层面上，或许甚至不是正确的描述......泰勒已经不再遵循大多数人熟悉的社会规范和标准，他将自己关在那所房子里，除了一台旧电视、模拟电话和一些奇怪的自制卫星装置之外，没有任何形式的技术。他正在等待着一些他拒绝谈论的东西。他的哥哥和妹妹都曾试图在几十年间揭开他的精神错乱，现在这已经变成了一种紧急情况，他们正在一步之遥的地方站着，担心他们的尝试可能只会将他推向更深的深渊。
我和两个兄弟姐妹一起度过的那次会议很有趣，但也很奇怪，他们提到在1982年发生了一些特别重要的事情，他们说这是一个涉及非法移民的不可告人的事情，当局禁止讨论这个问题。他们不能进一步透露任何细节，只能说泰勒先生对此最为触动，而其他两人对这个事件的处理更加理性和理智。我怀疑这可能是催化剂。可能发生了什么重大的事情？有时候，当他陷入空虚状态时，他会嘟哝着说想回家，虽然我相信他明白自己在哪里，但他似乎渴望一些过去的遭遇。进入他曾经有过的一种感觉。用他的话说，“这是拯救，是纠正错误的方法，趁还不算晚。”我得出结论，他一定在谈论自己过去的错误？或者可能是一种更大范围的事情，也许是人类？似乎不太可能！无论是什么，我相信它与发生在'82年的事情有关。
泰勒似乎还有另一个令人不安的习惯，就是收集带有枯萎花朵的盆栽植物。他用它们排满了架子和柜台，当我问他为什么这样做时，他告诉我，这些植物将是他回来的标志。“‘他’是谁？”是我的问题。泰勒没有回答。通常，我们的讨论在这样的时刻结束，他的眼睛变空，就好像我不在房间里一样。在其他场合，他会谈论收集物种，他必须准备好迎接到来的事物，但根据雪莉所做的背景调查，他从未在任何植物学或生态与植物组织中工作过。也许这是他曾与某人分享的一种爱好，“他”也许是其中之一。记录显示，他至少在过去的二十年里没有亲近的朋友，自从2005年以来，他一直在服用最大剂量的氟哌利多，而且在我之前的医生已经尝试过市场上所有的药物，但没有任何结果。
奇怪的是，他没有自杀的倾向。这种所谓的回归的希望是否在某种程度上使他保持活力？这让我回到了我的困境的起点，我应该如何在他进一步陷入他的状态之前对这种情况进行诊断和治疗。他显然比我们第一次见面时恶化了，如果不是因为这种神秘的交流和对技术明显缺乏兴趣，我几乎会倾向于把整个事件归咎于一个普通人进入社交媒体世界和互联网自由世界时所必须忍受的混乱风暴。自2010年以来，我们已经遇到过很多这样的案例，与现代技术有关，主要是智能手机、计算机，但其中有一个共同的主题。
泰勒先生显然是个例外。
I just can’t wrap my head around this case, it’s been close on 10 years and we still haven’t made any headway. Taylor is definitely suffering from some extreme deep-rooted depression dating back to his youth, but due to his optimistic nature I have had to revise my position numerous times now on potential prognoses, I don’t even want to think about the impact it will have on the medical boards index of existing mental illness.
To recall the first afternoon we did a session at the house, he looked substantially more at ease there than at the Clinique. We did quite a few sessions there since then, at least 2 a week. I remember the place being clean and well looked after, the furniture were original throwbacks from the 1970’s. A few odd occurrences came up on some of the other occasions when I was there, I can’t quite explain it but I feel like there is something unearthly about this place.
A strong sensation of curiosity overwhelming me, I took a drive past Taylor’s house one night. I would be lying if I said that it did not make me feel uneasy afterwards. There, in the second story window – what I remember to have been the kids room from my previous visits – he was sitting, in the dead of the night, gazing ahead as if that mountain rising up behind his house would perform some divine gesture. It gave me the same sensation I felt the other day after we had just closed a session in the house, I had walked over to the sliding door to look out onto the patio. What I saw were hundreds of baseballs laying around on the ground in the backyard, an eery site, I get goose flesh just thinking about it.
His intensity makes me shudder. He rolls that strange dice constantly, I have the feeling it calms him down, distracts him from the emotional talks we have. I asked Shirley to find out what these dice were, but she came back to me with a half-baked explanation that it used to be a prop from a popular form of gaming before the year 2000. This just reaffirms my notion that he is lost, no, present on a different plane, or maybe that is not even the right description… Taylor has ceased to adhere to the social norms and standards familiar to most, by locking himself away in that house without any form of technology aside from an old television, analogue telephone, and some odd home-made satellite device. He is waiting for something he refuses to talk about. Both his older brother and younger sister have attempted to break into his psychosis for decades, and now that it has grown into an exigent circumstance they are standing at an arms length, fearing that their attempts might only push him further into his abyss.
The session I had with both siblings was interesting but peculiar, they mentioned that something particularly significant happened to them in the year 1982, they said it was an undisclosable matter pertaining to illegal immigration, and that the authorities had forbidden any talk on the subject matter since.
They could not go into any details, only to say that Mr Taylor had been the most touched by it, whereas the two others had been more rationally sane in dealing with the event. I suspect that this was the catalyst. What could have been so monumentous? Sometimes when he slips into a vacant state he mumbles that he wants to go home, and although I believe that he comprehends where he is, he seems to long for some past encounter. To enter a feeling he once had. In his words “It is the salvation, the way to right the wrongs, before it’s too late.” I have concluded that he must be talking about his own past mistakes? Or could it be something on a larger scale, mankind perhaps? Seems unlikely! Whatever it is, I am certain it has to do with what happened back in ’82.
Another disturbing habit Taylor seems to have is collecting pot plants with dead flowers. He has lined his shelves and counters with them, when I asked him about it he told me that they would be the sign that he’s returned. “Who is ‘he’?” was my question. Taylor didn’t answer. Generally our discussion is over after moments like these, his eyes go blank and it’s like I am not there in the room with him. On other occasions he speaks about collecting species, that he has to be ready for the arrival, but as far as I can gather from the background check Shirley did, he has never worked for any Botanical or Fauna et Flora organisations. Perhaps it’s a hobby he used to share with someone, ‘he’ perhaps. Records show that he has had no close friends for at least the last twenty years, he is on the maximum prescribed dosage of Haloperidol since 2005, and doctors before me had tried all there was on the market on him without any results.
What’s bizarre is the lack of tendency to want to commit suicide. Is the hope of this supposed return somehow keeping him alive? This brings me back to the start of my dilemma, how am I supposed to diagnose this and treat it before he slips further into his state. He has clearly worsened since our first rendez-vous, and if it were not for this cryptic communication and clear lack of interest in technology, I would almost be tempted to pin the entire episode on the tumultuous cyclonic frenzy an average human has to endure when they enter the world of social media and the liberating world of internet. We have had quite a number of cases since the onset of 2010, all related to modern tech, smart phones mostly, computers, but there is the common thread in all of them.
Mr Taylor is clearly an exception.