Note to reader: I am using this space and place to post parts of a new slip-fiction novel series I am working on, Left Brain Right, the story of a young girl who hears voices. I will not be posting the whole story, but I will be posting practical tips when dealing with someone, or one’s own self, as they are going through traumatic, or not so traumatic, experiences.
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How today’s story excerpt can help you:
Theme: Sometimes we just need to give ourselves, or others, a little space and time.
Thoughts: I’ve been through extreme states myself. That is probably why I know how to help others who are going through it. The key, I have found, is to give the person space, but to also give the person silent presence. Then, when they start calming down, gently “try the door.” Talk to them, mirror their body language, and see if they respond.
Story Excerpt: (left)
Zack’s Thoughts: August 23rd
I’m not gonna’ lie. When Michelle started talking, and then yelling, it kinda freaked me out. I mean this is a chick who never said anything. And, I was wondering who, or what, she was talking to.
I tried to put my arm around her, to tell her that it’d be alright, but that only seemed to make things worse. She just screamed more, so I backed off and by that time Mr. Anderson had come over. He tried to do the same thing, ask what was wrong, but he wasn’t any better at it than I was. So, he walked over the phone on the wall, and the whole class went silent. All we could hear was Michelle talking to herself over and over, “Stop it. Just Stop it… Who are you?…What do you want?’…Please, just leave me alone!”
I heard him ask for the Crisis team to come to his room, the stares continued and the low murmurs began. At that point, he had a brilliant idea. If she wasn’t going to move, we would.
“Okay class!” He began with a clam, cheery smile. “Eyes up here!” He clapped. “We’re going to give Michelle her space right now. When the team comes in, we’re going to go out on a little field trip!” The class nodded agreement and some even cheered.
Soon the principal and social worker and a few other staff members came in, and we went across the hall to the health room, which luckily, wasn’t being used at the time.
Soon we could hear over the announcements, “Attention staff. We are now moving into a soft lockdown.”
And, maybe because he didn’t know what else to do, he had us start playing Heads Up Seven Up.