1) Don't send him to a high tech MRI x-ray chamber that looks like ("IT'S A BRAIN SCRAMBLER!!!") to scan his brain when he thinks you're all trying to screw him up. I (probably) started hearing voices after that. I'm told "it looked normal", I never saw the results.
WHY were people surprised that I was walking after the MRI scan? I was told to lie down on the chair in this room they did the FAKE injections/blood tests in, was that before or after the MRI? No, this is before that. The room I went to was the place they send people who need critical care. I saw someone get wheeled out on a flat bed thing from the MRI room and they looked pretty dead, with lifeless eyes.
I could see the machinery inside the scanner. It was very fancy.
2) After he waves to the police to tell them that he's experiencing mental issues, don't stick him in a high-tech white-walled room with a camera in it and vents and a SEALED DOOR, away from the public eye, surrounded only by guards and the police officers, because it looks like a gas chamber. The guy was called Officer Petty, too. It wouldn't be a cause of delusional thoughts if I'd been treated right, ie, sent to a NORMAL room, like the first place I was talked to by an actual recognisable in-uniform nurse, next to other patients, and in a room that's at most just a curtain slide away from everyone else. I was NON VIOLENT.
3) AFTER the brain scrambler of perceived experience, don't stick him into a critical care zone, AWAY FROM ANYONE AND WITH NO ATTENTION, where you stick people with critical injuries in, because he's not dying, and you don't want to make him think there's something wrong when he doesn't trust you to begin with. CARE. I was hearing stuff about heart attacks and chemicals and I think I invented some stuff about getting shot at and LOUD BEEPING NOISES THAT ANNOYINGLY FOLLOW MY ATTENTIVENESS (AND THOUGHTS), OR MAYBE IT'S THE OTHER WAY ROUND. Of course there's also the noise from other patients. BOOP BOOP BOOP BOOP BOOP. YEEEHAAA FRY HIS BRAINS OUT STICK RADIATION EVERYWHERE my dad wore a radiation shield. It's not deadly.
There's a toxic waste disposal sign for medical waste.
The voices told me to pretend that someone's trying to kill me and to invent things about goblins and aliens so I did. I think it got me into the watch room.
4) After the place with a long empty corridor away from people and only with police and guards and possibly a nurse that wasn't in the usual uniform outside the room that looks like a gas chamber (point #2), dear Police Officer, don't force him to follow you into the police car after NOT TELLING HIM WHERE HE IS GOING. He thinks you're giving him a death sentence! Just tell him it's a "normal" damned hospital! Not a "special" place where you'll get care or something vague like that. Maybe you did, and I was just too distrustful... THE LACK OF OPTIONS. There was no one there, it was very specialised and very secluded. The building I mean. There's a box with guards in it. And another box. And a patient who looks like he's been drugged into a zombie. I'm not sure if he could do anything but shuffle and say nothing and stare ahead with dead eyes. I'm an Evil Genius, remember, being a ZOMBIE is terrible nightmare!
5) FIVE. THE THERAPIST. ROASTING TIME!!! When you're talking to a NON-VIOLENT patient, don't hide a Specialised Hospital Therapist's Spray Can behind your back, your patient WILL notice the threat, and assume that it's a self defence mechanism against the violent ones. Well, it could have been anything else, it was with the keys, but it was a container, and WHY hide something so swiftly if there's nothing to hide?!
6) THE THERAPIST'S, THE INTERROGATOR'S, cup of water given to the patient. I felt progressively weird afterwards. Like I did after waving to the police after feeling weird after getting a water refill at a pub. I felt foggy and strange, extremely so. Talking was difficult so I said some stuff to get out of the session and home ASAP, wasn't having any more of the water. The questions/statements by the therapist were very repetitious and telling someone that everything they think, or have experienced, is fake isn't going to go down well in the best of times. This was before the MRI scan. Also, don't assume that someone has delusions and then tell them they have delusions, in plain language, because they will assume you're trying to pry their head open or mess with their mind (tell them what to think)! Especially with dodgy water! Instead, LISTEN, and don't say things that can make it worse.
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Trickmaster
FantasyIn a dystopian 1984-esque present day, a regular guy thinks he's a supervillain hunted by a secret government organisation and believes it to be true, and here's a book of his delusions. Go read. The sequel to Get Him!