“CONSIDERING HER FREQUENT VIOLENT OUTBURSTS AT NURSERY AND TAKING INTO account the strong family history, I would like to start Elizabeth on a treatment plan.”
“When you say treatment, are you talking about counseling?”
“And medication.”
“She’s three and a half,” Mammy strangled out. “All three-year-olds throw tantrums for Christ’s sake.”
“Those aren’t tantrums, Catherine, and you know it,” Daddy replied. “Give it to us straight, Doc. What’s the diagnosis?”
“It’s too early to tell.”
“But you have a theory, don’t you?” he pushed. “You think she has it, doesn’t she?”
“Not necessarily, but there is evidence to suggest Elizabeth is experiencing psychotic episodes. What concerns me is her lack of awareness and the frequent blackout episodes.” He twisted a pen between his fingers. “She appears to have no memory of what she does.”
“You don’t know that,” Mammy snapped, smoothing my hair with her hand. “You won’t know that until she starts talking.”
