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Directors:Fluids: Marshall Batleaf
Geriatrics: Wendy Pope
Mental Health: Barnaby Rudge
Disability: Gerald Knee
Administration: Crisply Effective (Ms.)
West Dorset Primary Care TrustClaxton Puttock Court
Weston GobchytheDorset DT3 9FX
Tel: 01305 88712
Patron: HRH The Prince of Wales
Assessment report:
Client: C***Y, A****w
Special Number: PY 31729
DoB: Not given
Date of visit: 20/7/2009
Referred by: Community Support
Assessor: Dr. J. B. Strabismus
Background
I visited Client at his home as he had reported a number of
site-specific symptoms and manifestations to his GP and
referrers and it seemed appropriate to check these out.
Clients home is fairly remote and I wondered whether I
should have taken a priest or coracle with me.
Notes
Client was mowing when I arrived, although he had said on
the telephone that he might be moving. I queried this and he
said it was probably a typographical error. I asked how he
could have made a typographical error on the telephone buthe dismissed my question as unduly pedantic. In fact, Client
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was not mowing but was repairing or servicing his mower.
He greeted me warmly enough and showed me what he
claimed were lengths of seaweed wrapped around his
mower blade. I identified the weed as Bladder Wrack (Fucus
vesiculosus), which has been used for centuries for its
antifungal and antibacterial properties.
Although Client lives near the sea, his home (which he shares
with his lovely wife, who appears quite sane apart from a
funny thing that happened with some dogslobber) is several
hundred feet above sea level and, therefore, not noticeably
awash with seaweed. On looking around, I saw a young oak
tree nearby festooned with seaweed. When I asked how this
had happened he said something unclear about the Irish and
moved on.
At my request, Client then showed me round his garden and
pointed out a Scots Pine tree draped with multi-coloured
wool and a large bonfire site surrounded by swarthy logs
one of which oozed pine sap all over my jacket. We also came
across some deflated balloons on an old twig, two bright
pink chairs and a bunch of twigs wrapped in more coloured
wool. At this point I began to suspect that satanic ritualsmight have occurred (see below under Big Chicken). n.b. I
had previously established that no minors were in residence.
Client now enumerated a list of what he called
polychromatic, kinaesthetic sensory experiences involving
other imaginary people and objects. For the record, theseincluded:
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A red woman rolling with a large log and beckoning
enthusiastically (this seemed simple enough to interpret).
A blue woman moving thoughtfully towards the compost,where she made herself at home and formed a tangible
relationship with a very big chicken (voodoo connotations
seemed obvious).
A colourful young Norman bouncing off trees and
apparently falling in love with life rather recklessly, before
surrendering (again, sexual imagery seemed foremost). A pink woman toppling, recovering and then exploding
with laughter on a wall, accompanied by tissues (the
explosive imagery, pinkness and tissues make
interpretation unnecessary here).
A tree masquerading as a cross roads but serving as a
temple to the intentions and travels of others (puzzling). A sea of intentions, accompanied by a sprinkling of seeds
and cushioned by numerous bodies, hearts and minds
(more intensely fleshy imagery).
A strong presence coming down from the empty top
corner with questions and certainty paradoxically
encompassed in the same movement (again puzzling).
An almost unpronounceably long woman with her feet
wrapped in copious red strandiness and a tendency to
favour unusual wordy wanderings (mother complex).
An enormous pie and failed meringues (presumed sexual
inadequacy).
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A magical woman wrapped in sounds and the seaweed
progressing through the trees like the echo of a future half
heard (again puzzling).
A sumptuous granny cooing in a sublime way whilstacknowledging the emergence of new life but having no
nonsense from anyone anyway (resurgence and
composting).
Someone piddling noisily (coarse child attempting to
shock).
A foreign chap with more than one mobile phone goingabout slowly slowly but noticing a great deal and laughing
(?).
A golden yellow woman tinged with wet ash and the soft
wisdom of tears flowing (I found myself quite moved at
this point).
A reggae band called The Nine Postures, of which the mostengaging member was re-membering how to lift down,
like dust settling in water (here I began to cry openly).
An octopus already in relationship with a home spider
(grappling legs and tentacles, hideous melangism).
The wisp of a German professor bearing my name and a
curved penis (ghastly).
A soft-faced quietist, drawing in to her tent and then
clearly becoming her being speaking by the pond (quite
beyond me).
A bright, bright light stepping through the vegetables and
finding her staying by the bees (here I became calm butvividly alive).
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A powerful red parachutist, small but bubbling with life,
glistening between the trees (no comment).
An accompanying pink expression (why so much pink?)
conducting a sheet and immersing herself as noisily as acloud in the between trees.
Others, besides the granny, preparing to become ancestors.
A dictionary of the nebulous and the uncertain.
A new dog learning old tricks.
Conclusions
I was impressed by the vividness of the colours that Client
reported, the way he moved with ease between that which
was on the far horizon, that which occupied the mid distance
and that which was near to hand. In walking round the
garden I also experienced peals of laughter, salty wet tears,
the decontractions of long-held sorrow and something rising
up, lifting up, as of community or communion deftly held
and lithe as a fluttering dove ready to fly. Finally, I noticed an
unusual light in the garden both shining and illuminating.
When I asked Client how he felt about being in this garden
he said, What kind of twat psychotherapy question is that?and proceeded to move between the trees, twisting and
turning like a young tortoise, glancing back along the
diagonal and playing with the onrush of life glistening.
Eventually, I offered a course of CBT and a 30-day
programme of fish oil supplements but Client declined my
offer with a smile, mentioned something uncertain about anOverhelm and licked my face until I left.
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Recommended action
Keep a close eye on the situation and watch for any
recurrence. Were I less sceptical I should say that something
quite remarkable and transformative had occurred in that
garden.
JBS