My Stages of Recovery.
My Stages of Recovery.
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我的恢复阶段。
DOI：
10.1093/schbul/sbu024
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发表时间：
2017
影响因子：
6.6
通讯作者：
Jason A Jepson
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作者：
Jason A Jepson
当我走进小房间时，我的太阳镜还戴着。我的排副在我身后，我注意到等我们的人戴着一个称他为“医生”的名牌。我戴着太阳镜，因为没有它们，我的疾病会传播。这意味着，通过超感官知觉的渠道，我的现实将占据主导地位，一个人将能够在另一个人不在场的情况下与他们交谈。突然，就在海军医生问我问题的时候，我的排副喊道。“把墨镜摘了！”我做不到的事。因为我习惯于服从命令，我慢慢地摘下了太阳镜。开始了...医生现在可以听到过去几个月里我和每个人的眼神交流。医生叹了口气。我确信那些声音已经和他联系上了。他们给了我睡衣，让我穿，然后把我送到精神病区的一个房间，我和另外三个人住在一起。这里是精神病院我从来没有想过我会在这样的地方结束。我很害怕，但对任何可能发生的事情都听天由命。我的排长开车把我从莫哈韦沙漠中的加州的欧文堡送到圣地亚哥的巴尔博亚海军医院。在去医院的漫长车程中，我感到一种解脱。在我的军队基地，我总是不得不保持警惕。我不相信我身边的任何人。我与所有战友都进行了眼神交流，所以这些声音也影响了他们。我在军队中的经历可能使我拥有现在的权力。在我的基础和高级训练期间，我驻扎在诺克斯堡。一天晚上，我们正在训练加略山童子军的主要武器M3 A3布拉德利战车。我们三个人在一条赛道上。我想我已经尽力了。这当然是在我的特殊能力控制我之前。一切都很好，直到我坐在这辆车的后面，我的座位有一个坏了的安全带，所以我绑了我周围的两端。前面的司机似乎是疯狂的方向盘后面。他撞到了一个包，我的头撞到了头顶上的一根杠上。我晕了一下。当我醒来时，旅行已经结束了。坐在我旁边的人哭了。我想他以为我死了。当我移动时，他停止了哭泣。第二次是在欧文堡。我在一次轮换中在战场上，我队里的士兵排成一行。天快黑了，有人叫我过去。我去了，接下来我知道的就是五个家伙想用胶带把我的身体裹起来。我把他们赶走了，推开了那些想把我绑起来的人。一个不同的士兵（来自不同的排）谁比我大，比我强，把我打倒。想象一下为你的生命而战，然后失败。这就是启蒙。我是新人。他们还录下了和我一起来的另一个人，但没有那么糟糕。他们没有像对我那样用胶带封住他的嘴。这次经历把我的心灵分裂成两个现实。有一个日常的现实和一个现实，这是所有的精神。我解释的现实。这个现实激励我去精神健康中心，这样我就能弄清楚这到底是什么。我的一部分认为这是进化的一个新阶段。后来我被光荣退役。在家里，我的行为非常古怪，以至于我的父母不得不报警。他们把我铐起来带走了。这是一件很难经历的事情，但现在，我很感谢那段经历，因为我得到了我应得的待遇。我终于开始吃药了。
My sunglasses were still on as I entered the small room. My platoon Sergeant was behind me, and I noticed that the man waiting for us wore a nametag calling him a “Doctor.” I was wearing sunglasses because without them, my disease would spread. That meant, through the channels of extra sensory perception, my reality would take hold, and an individual would be able to speak with another individual without them being present. Suddenly, as the naval doctor was asking me questions, my platoon sergeant yelled. “Take your sunglasses off!” The very thing I couldn’t do. Because I was use to following orders, I slowly took off my sunglasses. So it begins ... the doctor will now be able to hear everyone I had made eye contact with for the last couple of months. The doctor sighed. I was confident that the voices had made contact with him. I was given pajamas to wear, sent to a room in the psych ward that I would share with three other people. This was a psych ward. Never in a million years would I have thought I might end up in a place like this. I was scared, but resigned to whatever might happen. My platoon Sergeant had driven me from Fort Irwin, California in the Mojave Desert to Balboa Naval Hospital in San Diego. During the long drive to the hospital, I felt a sense of relief. At my Army base I always had to keep my guard up. I didn’t trust anyone around me there. I had made eye contact with all of my fellow soldiers, and so the voices were influencing them too. Several things that I had experience in the military may have conspired to enable me to have the powers that I have now. I was stationed in Fort Knox during my basic and advance training. One night, we were training on the Calvary scout main weapon the M3A3 Bradley fighting vehicle. There were three of us in one track. I like to think I drove it to the best of my ability. This of course was before my special powers took hold of me. Everything was fine until I was in the back of this vehicle and my seat had a broken seat belt so I tied the two ends that I did have around me. The driver who was in front seemed to be maniac behind the wheel. He hit a bump and I hit my head on a bar over head. I was knocked out for a second. When I woke up, the trip was over. But the person sitting next to me was crying. I guess he thought I was dead. When I moved, he stopped crying. The second instance was at Fort Irwin. I was in the field during a rotation, and the soldiers in my team were parked in a line. It was getting dark and someone called me over. I went, and the next thing I knew five guys were trying to wrap my body in duct tape. I fought them off by pushing and kicking away anyone trying to tape me up. It took a different soldier (from a different platoon) who was bigger than me and stronger than me to bring me down. Imagine fighting for your life and losing. This was initiation. I was the new guy. They also taped someone else I came in with but not as bad. They didn’t put tape over his mouth like they did me. This experience split my psyche into two realities. There was an everyday reality and a reality that was all mental. The reality I explained. The reality that inspired me to go to mental health so I could figure out what this really was. A part of me thought it was a new step of evolution. I was later Honorably Discharged. At home my behavior was very erratic, so much so that my parents had to call the police. They took me away in handcuffs. It was a hard thing to go through, but now, I am thankful for that experience because I got the treatment I deserve. I finally was on medication.