Addiction/Affliction {M.Healy}

self-awareness/honesty

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This case study was conducted at the McCambridge Institute for Mental Health, by Olivia Jones, under the observation by Dr. Thomas Edwards, Psy. D. The subject, whom I wil refer to as M.H., exhibits a distinct and unique variation of mental health issues (bipolar disorder, attention deficit disorder, histrionic personality disorder, narcissistic personality disorder). Due to his mental health and individual personality, M.H. has attempted to self-soothe his depression and anxiety in the forms of substance abuse (cocaine, alcohol, barbituates, opiates, marijuana, cigarettes) and has been previously diagnosed as having sex addiction, though he is dismissive of this.

Through individual therapy with Dr. Edwards, M.H. will attempt to find healthier outlets of self-soothing and positive coping skills to ease his depression and anxiety. Through surverying and administrations of personality tests with myself, I will use M.H's information to create a hypothesized study of what makes a person have an addictive personality and if or how it can be prevented.

M.H. is a twenty-seven year old Causasian male, from a relatively wealthy upbringing. In his physical appearances, M.H. is attractive. Though he will not admit this, M.H. puts a lot of thought into his appearance, and quite enjoys when people compliment him or are visibly drawn to him, which happens often. His good looks only feed into his narcissistic personality, but it is his charming display of mannerisms and the way he converses with others that truly makes him fascinating.

I stopped writing the paper, then, groaning to myself in my office.

M.H. has ruined a handful of my panties.

M.H. has eyes that make my heart stop, all while reminding me that there is no place I'd rather be.

M.H. could read the dictionary and I would sit listening like it was the most interesting thing to ever happen.

M.H. would be here, in my office, in abou two minutes, and no matter how much I had talked to myself, prepared myself to be able to deal with him, I knew it was no use. I was powerless under him, completely and willingly wrapped in the web he had been carefully spinning. A thread here, with the way that he looked at me, a thread there, with the way that he touched me, the silk looping together around my body until I was completely helpess, completely his. And I wanted nothing more than that, if I was being honest with myself.

"Thom's 10:00 is a no-go," Hannah's voice chimed in on the intercom receiver next to my laptop.

Kelsey Ward was his 10:00, a borderline personality around my age.

"Why?" I said, putting my finger on the button to speak to her, though she was just a few steps into the hallway outside my office.

"A little incident with a razor blade left her at St. Augustine's," Hannah informed me. "She's fine, but Thom's having her stay for a 72," she said, using the numeric term in reference to a three-day psychiatric hold. "Thom will be gone until after lunch to evaluate her."

Poor Kelsey. I liked her. She didn't take her medications, though, and was a patient who definitely needed them.

"And Matthew is here," Hannah said, causing me to stop typing the paper I was writing on him and grip my hands together nervously.

"Thank you, send him in please," I said anxiously.

Human beings needed to feel a sense of praise from others, a sense of approval. I was no exception, as I smoothed out my hair and assured that my blouse was straight, my skirt smooth, my lipstick perfect.

What in the world was I doing?

I rose from chair behind my desk, my pulse already annoyingly thumping in my wrists, my neck, my ears. What would our interactions be like today? Would be play it cool, as if nothing had happened? Would his hands me on my body the moment I closed the door? Matty was an absolutely fascinating personality, but he was not predictable in the slightest.