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324 pages, Paperback
First published June 1, 1987
“You appear to be having some trouble concentrating on what you’re saying today,” said Dr. Hemingway. “Is there a particular problem?”
“Well, yes. They have sound-effect machines. Like now they are using an Echo Machine that makes both of our voices reverberate, and that bothers me so I can’t think very well. There are other machines like the Barking Dogs Machine and the Helicopter Machine that they can use to produce sounds out of nowhere. Sometimes I can’t tell whether noises are my neighbors or the sound-effect machines.”
I felt creepy talking about the voices. It was like talking about them behind their backs, except even worse because I knew they knew what I was saying about them…
“Do you ever hear your thoughts as if they had been spoken aloud?” Dr. Hemingway asked.
Wow, how does he know about that? Has he been reading my mind? I glared at him.
Finally I responded to his question: “Yes, I hear my thoughts out loud. In lecture. It bothers me.” …
“When was that the last time that happened?”
I felt my skin turning gray and starting to slide off my forearms right there in the psychiatrist’s office. The sensation was so alarming that I couldn’t possibly think to answer his question. It took all my concentration just to hold on to my skin. I was too embarrassed to tell him about my skin problem because I was sure it was a result of mental weakness.
“Is there some reason why you aren’t saying anything?” he asked…
I thought it would probably be better for me to tell him about my skin problem than for him to hear it from the voices or pick it up from my own thought waves. I explained to him that I had been quiet for a minute becasue I had been using all my concentration to keep my forearm skin from sliding off.
He offered up another “Mm-hmm.”