One day on a walk back home a van stopped in the middle of the road and I panicked that they were going to jump out and take baby boy from me. I ran back home with baby boy fearful of what would happen.
I was now in a world where I believed the government was out to get me.
Care coordinator visited the following week and as I sat on the floor playing with baby boy I disclosed this event. I can’t recall what was said but I believe she wanted me to see a psychiatrist and start medication. I said no. Yes I’m stubborn but I was also convinced that there was nothing wrong with me. Everything that was happening to me was real. Why wouldn’t anyone believe me?
Psychologist and Patient 