Chapter 2 PTSD Patients (2)

The man is very hearty, and he is tall and big, although he is a little dark, but he can't hide his youthful and sunny handsomeness: "Should I call you Dr. Xin or?" ”

I smiled: "Call me by my name Xin Keqiao, or Teacher Xin, you can do it." I'm not a doctor. ”

"Teacher Xin, I'm sorry for you. My surname is Yang, Yang Yize, that is Officer Xiang, this is Xiaomin. Yang Yize took the initiative to shake hands.

Following his gaze, I carefully looked at the thin girl beside him, with red lips and white teeth, and no makeup was also beautiful, but her whole body was wrapped in a layer of horror and sorrow. I nodded. The policewoman took Xiao Min into the treatment room, and Officer Yang briefly introduced Xiao Min's situation to me in the reception room: He Xiaomin, a senior at Nancheng University, was drunk and raped in a villa one night last month. Drunk and tied up and blindfolded, Min is unable to identify the killer. The suspect did not leave semen, nor could he take fingerprints, so the killer could not be identified through the trace examination. After Xiaomin's accident, he became demented, he didn't speak to anyone who asked, he hurt himself when he was in a hurry, he couldn't record a confession, and he couldn't recall the details to help solve the case. The psychological counseling team of the Municipal Bureau conducted psychological counseling for Xiao Min for three weeks, and there was no progress, and Xiao Min kept silent. Regarding the details of the case and the suspect, Officer Yang is inconvenient to disclose more to me. My task is to get Min back to normal as soon as possible and tell the details of the crime. to help the police find the murderer.

I walked into the consultation room, and Xiao Min saw that I was twisting my body a little uneasily, and my eyes were blank. I said to her gently, "Xiaomin, I'm Xin Keqiao, you can call me Ke Qiao, or Sister Xin." Can we talk? Xiao Min did not react. I added softly, "If you can, you nod." After waiting for a long time, Xiao Min didn't respond. As the minutes passed, Xiao Min had withdrawn from the strangeness of her new arrival, and continued to immerse herself in her own world, defending everything, and no matter what I said, there was no response. Seeing her like this, it is obvious that regular chatting or the MMPI test (Minnesota Multiple Personality Test) is not possible.

I took the sand table off the shelf and put it in front of her, usually the patient will be interested in the sand table, but Xiao Min still did not respond, I reminded several times, and did not lift my eyelids.

There is no other way to do it, but to go one step further and add physical intervention. I took Min to Freud's couch and motioned for her to lie down. Freud's couch can separate the music of a specific frequency and then amplify the sensor, so that the body can feel the vibration, which makes people feel safe and comfortable from both music and vibration, and plays a hypnotic role. It is a good way to relax the patient. Xiao Min lay down suspiciously, closed his eyes, but his brows were getting tighter and tighter, and his face was full of pain, and I hurriedly turned off the music. Xiao Min gasped for breath as if she had woken up from a nightmare, and her face was covered in sweat.

I stood quietly and waited for her to recover. After a long time, she slowly stood up and sat down on the chair just now, the expression on her face was no longer dazed, but painful. I sat down across from her and asked, "Were you asleep just now?" ”

Xiao Min didn't say anything, her brows furrowed tightly. I continued to ask, "Did you dream?" Or did you see something? Xiao Min shuddered and turned her head. No matter what I say, just stare at a painting on the wall, and very seriously.