that mean they are hacking you?” his father asked.
“That’s an exact quote of what Matt said to me when I showed him. I need to take my phone to the police. They must be hacking that.”
“It’s a coincidence.”
“It’s no coincidence. They are hacking me.”
“They are not hacking you. Let’s go and see somebody. You talk it through with them and they may help. Go from there.” Daniel looked up he was willing to try any avenue to get closure on the situation.
“Okay, I will go,” he said.
“Right now,” his father asked.
“The sooner the better. I have to do something.”
“We will arrange to see somebody immediately, they will help rearrange your thinking,” his father said on the way to the phone in the kitchen.
Within a few hours they had an appointment with a doctor at the hospital. They waited a long time to be seen. Daniel and his parents waited, wondering if it was the right decision. For Daniel, he had to make a decision, he had run out of other choices, without a witness to the hacking he was powerless in the face of bullies. He was willing to take a chance that this route may have a solution.
This may lead to an investigation; it certainly can’t complicate the situation any further.
“Daniel O’Neal,” the nurse called out. Daniel got to his feet and walked over to her. “This way,” she said. “Doctor Cribson will see you now.” Daniel followed her to an office at the end of the corridor. Daniel entered the room; a short man stood in front of him. He was skinny and looked frail. His long bony fingers clasped a clipboard. Whites of his eyes tainted yellow, and the iris as grey as his comb-over hair. A few wisps of wiry hair clinging on across the top of his head, separated from the thick band of hair over his ears and along the base of his skull. The grey goatee beard he sported seemed out of place.
“Hello, Daniel, I’m Doctor Cribson, please sit down.” He spoke slowly, unsettlingly slow. “I understand you need help. Tell me how you see your problem.”
“I don’t know why I came here,” Daniel said. “I had a gut feeling someone at work was hacking me.” He paused.
“Please, continue,” said the doctor.
“Then I started to get people I have never met say things to me. Someone at work said I was on the internet and a young woman said the same. Neither actually showed me.”
“What did you do?”
“I tried to ignore it. I thought things would become clearer at some point. I had no idea how severe the situation was.”
“It is severe, I have the remedy. Do you think I can help you?”
“I think I should tell the police. I don’t think there is anything you can do,” said Daniel.
“No,” the doctor replied. “Don’t go to the police, this is not for them, rule that out.”
“It seems to be widespread, I have even noticed a programme that’s obsessed with it. Every week, they ridicule me.”
“You have noticed this. Very good. I’m glad you told me this. This is classic. Textbook psychosis. The idea that the media are after you.” The doctor stroked his beard as he spoke. “It’s florid, ever growing, ever expanding. Do you think the government is hunting you or spying on you?”
“No,” Daniel replied.
“Are government agencies bugging your phone?”
“No. Agencies have real concerns, they really wouldn’t waste their time bugging me. They have enough on their plate.”
“But you see it as a possibility,” insisted the doctor as he scribbled down notes. “Are you willing to attend a ward I have ready for you? I think it’s urgent that you come in.”
“I don’t need anything like that,” Daniel said.
“I can help you. Sign this and you will be under my care. Trust me,” he said as he slipped a form in front of Daniel. He passed him a pen. Daniel signed it without thinking it through. “Good. You are under my care now. I understand your psychosis very well. You’re very sick and need urgent medication.”
“No,”
“That’s an exact quote of what Matt said to me when I showed him. I need to take my phone to the police. They must be hacking that.”
“It’s a coincidence.”
“It’s no coincidence. They are hacking me.”
“They are not hacking you. Let’s go and see somebody. You talk it through with them and they may help. Go from there.” Daniel looked up he was willing to try any avenue to get closure on the situation.
“Okay, I will go,” he said.
“Right now,” his father asked.
“The sooner the better. I have to do something.”
“We will arrange to see somebody immediately, they will help rearrange your thinking,” his father said on the way to the phone in the kitchen.
Within a few hours they had an appointment with a doctor at the hospital. They waited a long time to be seen. Daniel and his parents waited, wondering if it was the right decision. For Daniel, he had to make a decision, he had run out of other choices, without a witness to the hacking he was powerless in the face of bullies. He was willing to take a chance that this route may have a solution.
This may lead to an investigation; it certainly can’t complicate the situation any further.
“Daniel O’Neal,” the nurse called out. Daniel got to his feet and walked over to her. “This way,” she said. “Doctor Cribson will see you now.” Daniel followed her to an office at the end of the corridor. Daniel entered the room; a short man stood in front of him. He was skinny and looked frail. His long bony fingers clasped a clipboard. Whites of his eyes tainted yellow, and the iris as grey as his comb-over hair. A few wisps of wiry hair clinging on across the top of his head, separated from the thick band of hair over his ears and along the base of his skull. The grey goatee beard he sported seemed out of place.
“Hello, Daniel, I’m Doctor Cribson, please sit down.” He spoke slowly, unsettlingly slow. “I understand you need help. Tell me how you see your problem.”
“I don’t know why I came here,” Daniel said. “I had a gut feeling someone at work was hacking me.” He paused.
“Please, continue,” said the doctor.
“Then I started to get people I have never met say things to me. Someone at work said I was on the internet and a young woman said the same. Neither actually showed me.”
“What did you do?”
“I tried to ignore it. I thought things would become clearer at some point. I had no idea how severe the situation was.”
“It is severe, I have the remedy. Do you think I can help you?”
“I think I should tell the police. I don’t think there is anything you can do,” said Daniel.
“No,” the doctor replied. “Don’t go to the police, this is not for them, rule that out.”
“It seems to be widespread, I have even noticed a programme that’s obsessed with it. Every week, they ridicule me.”
“You have noticed this. Very good. I’m glad you told me this. This is classic. Textbook psychosis. The idea that the media are after you.” The doctor stroked his beard as he spoke. “It’s florid, ever growing, ever expanding. Do you think the government is hunting you or spying on you?”
“No,” Daniel replied.
“Are government agencies bugging your phone?”
“No. Agencies have real concerns, they really wouldn’t waste their time bugging me. They have enough on their plate.”
“But you see it as a possibility,” insisted the doctor as he scribbled down notes. “Are you willing to attend a ward I have ready for you? I think it’s urgent that you come in.”
“I don’t need anything like that,” Daniel said.
“I can help you. Sign this and you will be under my care. Trust me,” he said as he slipped a form in front of Daniel. He passed him a pen. Daniel signed it without thinking it through. “Good. You are under my care now. I understand your psychosis very well. You’re very sick and need urgent medication.”
“No,”
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