Isaac, the man who lost the story he needs to live

Robert Maunder
Jan 11, 2018 · 9 min read
Hieronymus Bosch, public domain

“We tell ourselves stories in order to live.”

By Dieselgeek (P7310508) [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

She decided that all narrative is sentimental.

“What happened to me?”

Disease is a Rorschach ink blot.

These tortured shreds of meaning distort the options that are available to Isaac to deal with his illness.

If it is dry, keep it wet; if it is wet, keep it dry.

And so, I now realize, the strangely intimate conversation that Isaac and I have shared has been a long, circuitous attempt by us to build a healing story of his life.

Architects and wrecking balls

Robert Maunder

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University of Toronto psychiatrist. Health happens between people. My work with Jon Hunter on the power of relationships on health is at attachmentandhealth.com

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