It's true.
"We aren't who we want to be. We are what society demands. We are what our parents choose. We don't want to disappoint anyone; we have a great need to be loved. So we smother the best in us. Gradually, the light of our dreams turns into the monster of our nightmares. They become things not done, possibilities not lived."
As I understand it, psychiatry used to call it "manic-depressive psychosis," but now they call it "bipolar disorder" to be more politically correct. Where did they get that name? Is there something different between the north and south poles? It must be a minority ...
"Of course people who express those dualities are a minority. But I bet almost every person has that monster inside of them."
On one side, I'm a villain who goes to a campus to incriminate an innocent person without understanding the motive behind my hatred. On the other, I'm a mother who takes loving care of her family, working hard so that my loved ones want for nothing, but still without understanding where I get the strength to keep these feelings strong.
"Do you remember Jekyll and Hyde?"
Apparently, Fran
kenstein isn't the only book that has stayed in print since it was first published: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, which Robert Louis Stevenson wrote in three days, follows suit. The story is set in London in the nineteenth century. Physician and researcher Henry Jekyll believes that good and evil coexist in all people. He is determined to prove his theory, which was ridiculed by almost everyone he knows, including the father of his fiancee, Beatrix. After working tirelessly in his laboratory, he manages to develop a formula. Not wanting to endanger anyone's life, he uses himself as a guinea pig.
As a result, his demonic side--whom he calls Mr. Hyde--is revealed. Jekyll believes he can control Hyde's comings and goings, but soon realizes that he is sorely mistaken; when we release our dark side, it will completely overshadow the best in us.
The same is true for all individuals. That is how dictators are born. In the beginning they generally have excellent intentions, but little by little, in order to do what they think is for the "good" of their people, they make use of the very worst in human nature: terror.
I'm confused and scared. Can this happen to anyone?
"No. Only a minority lack a clear notion of right or wrong."
I don't know if this minority is all that small; something similar happened to me in school. I had a teacher who was the best person in the world, but suddenly he changed and left me completely bewildered. All the students lived in fear, because it was impossible to predict how he would be from day to day. But no one dared complain. Teachers are always right, after all. Besides, everyone thought he had some problem at home, and that it would soon be resolved. Until one day, this Mr. Hyde lost control and attacked one of my classmates. The case went to the school board and he was removed.
Since that time, I've become afraid of people who seem excessively sensitive.
"Like the tricoteuses."
Yes, like those hardworking women who wanted justice and bread for the poor, and who fought to free France from the excesses committed by Louis XVI. When the reign of terror began, they would go down to the guillotine square bright and early, guarding their front-row seats and knitting as they waited on those who had been condemned to die. Possible mothers, who spent the rest of their day looking after their children and husbands.
Knitting to pass the time between one severed head and the next.
"You're stronger than me. I always envied that. Maybe that's the reason I've never shown my feelings--so I won't seem weak."
He doesn't know what he's saying. But the conversation has already ended. He rolls over and goes to sleep.
And I'm left alone with my "strength," staring at the ceiling.
ONE week later, I do what I promised myself I would never do: see a psychiatrist.
I make three appointments with different doctors. Their schedules are packed--a sign there are more unbalanced people in Geneva than imagined. I say it's urgent, but the secretaries contend that everything is urgent, thank me for my interest and apologize, but they can't cancel other patients' appointments.
I resort to the trump card that never fails: I say where I work. The magic word "journalist," followed by the name of a major newspaper, can open as many doors as it closes. In this case, I already knew the outcome would be favorable. The appointments are made.
I don't tell anyone--not my husband, not my boss. I visit the first one--a strange sort of man with a British accent, who is adamant that he does not accept national health insurance. I suspect he is working in Switzerland illegally.
I explain, with all the patience in the world, what is happening to me. I use the examples of Frankenstein and his monster, of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I beg him to help me control the monster that is rising up and threatening to escape my control. He asks me what that meant. I don't want to provide details that might put me in a compromising situation, such as my attempt to have a certain woman wrongfully arrested for drug trafficking.
I decide to tell a lie: I explain that I am having murderous thoughts, thinking about killing my husband in his sleep. He asks if one of us has a lover, and I say no. He understands completely and thinks it is normal. One year of treatment, three sessions per week, will reduce this drive by fifty percent. I am shocked! And what if I kill my husband before then? He replies that what is happening is a "transference," a "fantasy," and that real murderers never seek help.
Before I leave, he charges me 250 Swiss francs and asks the secretary to make regular appointments for me starting the following week. I thank him, say I need to check my schedule, and shut the door, never to return.
The second appointment is with a woman. She takes insurance and is more open to hearing what I have to say. I repeat the same story about wanting to kill my husband.
"Well, sometimes I also think about killing mine," she tells me with a smile. "But we both know that if every woman went through with her secret wishes, nearly all children would be fatherless. This is a normal impulse."
Normal?