Ever since, he avoided anyone. He even went great lengths just to avoid his family. Heconstructed separate hallways to prevent someone from seeing him. His only solace is hiscomputer.DIAGNOSIS: Social Phobia w/ history of panic attackCASE 3:Eric, an 18-year-old college student, is taking up Bachelor of Science in Political Science atthe Yale University. His mom and dad had just divorced. Eric relates to his therapist a conditionhe is experiencing for the past 8 months.Eric loves to drink coffee. He is an avid customer of Starbucks. He remembers one daywhen he went there. He was sitting at the stool beside the counter and sipping his relaxingcoffee. When suddenly, an image crossed his mind. He stared hard at the black coffee willing theimage to reveal itself more. He gasped. He saw his mom and his dad sewn together w/ sackneedle and copper wire. There was also his little sister with them the three were embossed ontheir house’s wall as if cemented statues. Then, he mesmerized. The image was so morbid, sobloody, and so violent. Eric noticed that the cup of coffee in his hand is shaking. Most were onthe table. He put it down.
What an image
, he thought. He was shocked by such violence, and tohis parents, sure he’s going to faint. He quickly went out and went back to school.In the middle of the class, the image recurred in Eric’s mind. He hastily ran to the CR. Hewashed his right hand. Then, he suddenly felt uneasy. Unnerving dread. Immediately he washedhis left hand and suddenly felt relaxed. He sighed, shrugged, and went out. He was walkingdown the alley when he stopped and stood stiff. He felt the dread again. Utter terror. He felt hisstomach churning. He looked back and saw a crack on the path he had stepped on. He wentback and stepped with his left foot. He felt relaxed.
Why am I doing this?
He asked himself.At home, as he was chopping the broccolis for the salad, he cut his left index finger. Bloodspilled in the table. He felt the dread twice more intense this time. He cut his right index finger.He felt it necessary to do so. Or else he would be overwhelmed with fear.There was also another instance when he stepped on a nail with his right foot. Feeling itnecessary, he also stepped on the nail with his left. Every time something happens to the right,it must also happen to the left or else he’d fret.DIAGNOSIS: Obsessive-Compulsive DisorderCASE 4:I am Tori and driving is my life. I am married, and luckily, to a driver like me. I love himso much. We spend every Sunday afternoon driving around the town, enjoying the warmth of dusk and the fresh air of spring.We were driving last March 26, 2006 towards our mountain cabin in Montana. The windwas breezy and the warmth refreshing to the soul. My husband was driving our YellowOldsmobile. He was smiling. We were following a truck carrying huge logs. We can’t overtake,roads too narrow. I was staring at my beloved thinking,
Gosh, I’m the happiest woman in the world, and I’ve the most beautiful husband
. When suddenly, a loud noise caught my attention. Alog, colossal log at that, fell from the truck. It was hurtling towards us. Pointing sharply at ourcar and… the log hit our car right on the windshield. It passed through carrying my husband’shead with it. A beheaded body is what I’ve got. Deafening silence. A decapitated soul is what’sleft. The next thing I knew, I was out the car, sobbing, and shaking. I felt helpless. I cannotgrasp the horror of his death.