Schizophrenia Scare

My house keepers were Aymara and believed all in animate objects had life. This to me was the perfect information. It was another opportunity to cause trouble.  I planned for a while how exactly I was going to complete my mission. I wasn’t a normal kid who would sit around and eat play dough and color in books. My idea of fun was melting crayons in the sun room and sticking playdough in the drain. But not even my idea of fun would come close to my master plan.

I hated my dolls, they scared me. While everyone would play with them nicely, I would through them off my room balcony. Really who gives the bedroom with a balcony to a five year old with distorted ideas of fun? My plan took a few weeks to complete, but it was flawless. Perfect I thought, ill use my dolls. Jump ropes tied to their necks, my doll collection hung from the fourth floor stair case. “Ahhhhh” screamed Brigida and Sofia in unison.  “Señora! Señora! Ave Maria Purisima, su hija, su hija!” just as I had planned it. Dopamine rush J. Mom wasn’t thrilled.

My mother at this time didn’t know if it was her parenting or I was just a devils child. One day after picking me up from school I began pointing at the trees. “Mom” I said, “the trees are talking to me”. “What are they saying Sophia?” She said trying to stay on the road while acting as a shrink. “They are telling me to hurt lots and lots of people mommy” I said. The “oh shit” expression wiped across her already pale face. All I could do was smile.

 Before I could scare her even more I had pieces of what seemed like play dough with wires stuck to my head; I was being tested for schizophrenia and many other things. As it turns out after months of shrinks and specialists I have a common case of severe ADHD (attention deficit hyperactive disorder).  This means I have a shortage of the hormone dopamine, and will do anything to get my brain to produce it.