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Case 2: Dependence > Independence.

                              When I decided to become a Psychologist, it was because of one thing. The beauty of the human mind. I became infatuated with the complexity and beauty. What fascinated me more than anything else was the fragility of the brain. This is why the case of The Yellow Wallpaper appealed to me. The case was simple, yet oh so complicated. Since there were only two people involved in the case there wasn't much evidence to go on, but in the end we found out the real story. This is my diary for the case of The Yellow Wallpaper.

Day 1

                              Right when Jane walked in you could tell by her demeanor that she wasn't all there. Her eyes shot back and forth, she walked with a slight limp, and her hands steadily moved in an odd slow circular motion. The policemen set her up in the interrogation room and informed me that she was ready. I looked over the case file one more time, took a deep breath, and walked in.

                              “Good morning Jane, my name is Dr. Seize. How are you feeling today?”, I asked. “. . . Help . . .”, she replied in a soft voice. I asked a few more questions, but she never said another word. So I excused myself and headed to the evidence room, grabbed a piece of the torn yellow wallpaper, and walked back in. We sat there quietly for a few more minutes, then I slide the paper carefully across the table. She immediately grabbed the paper and started yelling, “ I'll save you, I'll save you!” She started sniffing and looking at the wallpaper, whispering something under her breath that I couldn't understand. “Who are you trying to save ma'am? This room is completely secure.”, I said calmly. “No, no, no. . . .she needs help!!! Shes trapped!!! Shes TRAPPED!!!”, yelling at the top of her lungs. Something serious happened to this poor lady, and I wasn't going to stop til I found out.

Day 2

                               Today was a pivotal day in the case. They were bringing in Jane's husband, who was the only other person to influence Jane, for questioning. When I got into the interrogation room, I couldn’t help but feel as though the room felt empty. I turned around after shutting the door and there sat her husband quiet as could be, but starring straight at me. “Good morning sir or should I say doctor, how are you this morning?”, I asked as I always do. “I'm in a police station getting questioned, so not to good.”, he replied. “That's what I like to here! So lets get this story straight. From what I read in the report, you kept your wife in a solitary room for the entire day?”, I asked. “That's exactly what I did, she had a problem with interacting with people so I put her in a place were she could be alone.”, he fired back quickly. “I don't mean to be insulting, but that is the complete opposite of what your suppose to do. She has nervous depression, which can get serious real quick! If she is constantly locked up in a room, she will just get worse! Do you even know what nervous depression is? I've been a psychologist for a long while sir, but this is the first time I've ran into a doctor who told his patient, in this case YOUR WIFE, to be in a solitary room because she has nervous depression. It only makes things worse.”, I exclaimed angrily. “Well that's what I did. I can't go back in time and change what I did. She seemed happy in that room and never wanted to come out. It was all OK until yesterday when I walked in and all the wallpaper had been torn off, and she was just sitting there ripping the paper even smaller and yelling something about “she needs to be free.”, he continued, “I passed out from the horror I walked into!”, he said in a very noticeably uncaring manner.

                                I was done for the day. I was becoming too emotionally involved, I needed to step away for a while.

Day 3

                   The next day I started off the interview with a different change of pace. “Alright sir, lets face facts. We both know that you are going to jail with a charge for manipulating a helpless woman, but I'm not finished with you yet. There's more to this story than meets the eye. There might not be any evidence as of now, but you and me both know that there is no way that your wife would have mentally broken down that quickly by just being in a solitary room. You did something to her, and I will not sleep til I find out what that is.”, I slowly said trembling with anger. His face hardened, his eyes got wide, and his nostrils flared like bull. He stood up ever so slowly, looked up with the deadest eyes I had ever seen, and whispered...

“Good Luck.”