paranoid personality disorder

I got up early on Saturday, and the people around me got up early. I went to the toilet to fill in the water, and when I turned around, I saw him sitting on the sofa alone, holding his calf, as if he was watching TV. The sound of cooking porridge.

Seeing me get up, he waved his hand at me: "Why did you wake up so early?"

I took a glass of water and walked behind him and asked him, "When did you wake up?"

He seemed to think about it, and smiled: "I don't really remember."

I handed the water in front of him: "Drink water?"

He took a sip of my hand and looked up at me: "You can eat right away."

I hummed and put down the water glass, and patted his head: "Come out with me after breakfast."

He oh.

It's too good to be true.

I made an appointment with a psychiatrist on a Saturday morning, and took him into the consulting room. He seemed to be a little resistant. I glanced at him and saw him smile, barely calming down.

Sitting next to me, it was like a monkey about to jump up a tree at any time.

I pointed to the doctor and said, "Erectile dysfunction."

The doctor responded calmly.

Then I turned around, saw the man shaking his head, and sneered.

He barely settled down and blinked.

I closed my eyes and looked at the doctor: "I think he has some kind of mental problem."

After I said this, I turned my head to look at him, and I saw that he was still playing with his fingers with his eyes downcast, as if he didn't hear it.

The doctor said that he wanted to treat the patient alone, and asked me to avoid it. I glanced at the person next to me, and I was about to come down and go out when I heard him sneer.

I was curious: "how?"

Instead, he looked at me with a smile: "It's nothing."

After hesitating for a while, I still went out, closed the door of their inner office, sat on the sofa outside, picked up my mobile phone and started checking the news.

Before sitting for 5 minutes, the door was opened, and the person in need of treatment came out with a smile, and turned back to Dr. Lin beside him and said, "Thank you, Dr. Lin."

I put away my cell phone and went up to him, seeing his calm face, he looked like two different people when he and his mother first came in.

After looking at him for a few times, I turned to the doctor: "Hello, what should I say?"

The doctor seemed to look at me for a while from behind the lens, and said with a gentle smile, "Can you talk to me about the specific situation?"

I glanced at Mo Qian who was looking at me calmly, thought for a while, and said, "Go outside for a while."

He groaned and walked out.

It's been really weird lately.

After I entered the door, the doctor compared the chair in front of him, asked me to sit down, poured me a glass of water, put it in front of me, and returned to my seat.

He pushed his glasses, and asked unhurriedly: "Can you tell me the specific situation of Mr. Mo?"

I took a sip of water.

The doctor said: "He behaved very normally during the chat with me. If you just look at it like this, you can't see any problems. If you have erectile dysfunction, it may be caused by mental pressure or work pressure. You can return to normal as long as you relax. .”

I thought about what that person did and did, and it really didn't look like something a normal person could do.

The doctor spread out a small notebook in front of him, and continued to say slowly: "Of course, this may be the appearance that I can see." He paused before continuing, "Actually, some patients are very resistant to treatment. Some showed a kind of violent resistance, that is, they excitedly stated that they had no mental problems, and some patients would behave like a normal person like Mr. Mo."

He lowered his head and seemed to write something, then looked up at me with a gentle and indifferent expression: "So as a person close to him, I think his appearance in front of you is the most valuable reference."

I thought for a while, and stretched out my hands to compare: "When he just came out, he was indeed very different from what he showed in front of me, as if he was a different person."

He lowered his head and wrote something, looked at me, and said in a self-talking posture: "Is it a performance personality?"

While I was still thinking about how to answer, he stood up and walked to me, handed me something like a business card, pointed at it, and said, "Here is my mobile phone number."

I took the business card and looked at him.

With his hands on my chair, he continued slowly: "If you have any questions, you can contact me alone."

I glanced at the time on his wall, and it was indeed not good for Mo Qian to wait outside.

I may choose to consult this therapist alone next time.

So I put the business card in my pocket, got up, thanked him, and prepared to leave.

When I went out, I saw the person who was talking about just now standing by the door and kicking the corner of the wall, so I walked up to him.

He looked at me sideways, blinked, and asked, "Can I go home now?"

He has really changed a lot recently, and with a little more eyes, you can see that something seems to be wrong with him.

After a while of silence, I still held out my hand to him. He looked at my outstretched hand stupidly for a while, and then grabbed it.

I led him out of the gate, and there was a lot of traffic on the avenue.

This ever-changing world is completely different from yesterday to today.

Hey, forget it.

"Go home." I said.