Chapter 8: Hospitalization "Sister, I don't have a mental illness. Those things that happened were real. Look at the wounds on my hands." My sister cried even harder. I suddenly realized that any explanation would be useless because most people think that true mentally ill patients wouldn't realize they're mentally ill. Under the doctor's authority, no matter how loudly I shouted or how hard I struggled, I couldn't prove that I was a normal person. On the contrary, they might even think my condition was extremely severe.
When I was very young, I witnessed a story about a woman who was kind and capable. She fell in love with her husband at first sight and got married. After marriage, she managed the household well and their business grew bigger. However, her husband didn't do as well in his career and developed a gambling addiction when their child was three years old. He would use his own money to gamble, but when he lost it all, he would try every means to cheat his wife out of the family's money.
One time, when his wife asked him to watch the store while she went out on an errand, he took advantage of the opportunity to steal all the cash from the register. This incident made his wife feel hopeless. As the saying goes, "It's hard to guard against a thief in one's own home." Who could live with a gambler and a thief for their whole life? So, the woman left him, taking their child with her.
From that day on, the man never left his house again. Sometimes, he would go out onto the balcony to hang clothes, but they were all children's clothes from when his son was little. After some time passed, his mother came to visit him and knocked on the door for a long time before it opened. Five minutes later, she came out crying, saying that her son had lost his mind, urinated everywhere, and didn't even recognize her.
A few days later, an ambulance arrived at our building, and four or five men in white uniforms got out, one of whom was holding a rope. They went to the man's house, and after knocking on the door for a long time, they burst in and tied him up with the rope. He shouted, "Let me go! I'm not mentally ill!" But it didn't do any good. They wrapped him in a straitjacket and took him away.
From then on, we never saw that uncle again. When my turn came, everything was normal. The hospital only sent an ambulance, and my sister and I got in together without any trouble. My sister told me that the treatment might last two or three months, but as soon as the doctor said it was okay to leave, she would take me out of there immediately.
I read a report that said if a normal person is mistakenly thought to be mentally ill and sent to a mental hospital, the wisest thing to do is cooperate. Only by cooperating and obeying can one get out of that place as soon as possible. Those who try every means to prove their sanity often end up being diagnosed as severe patients, and the more they want to leave, the longer they'll be stuck inside.
Okay, since I've come this far, I might as well just go along with it. It's not like I have a choice anymore. Although I still don't understand what happened that afternoon, I can confirm that my mind is clear and my consciousness is clear. To find out what happens next, please log in to Sina Originals for more chapters. Support the author, support the original work.
