So what happened? A drama to get out of trouble? I don't think it is that straightforward. Interestingly there were two pre-adolescent boys admitted last night with similar stories. A learned response to stress? It seems similar to the way women cope, the collapse, the breakdown, the outpouring of community emotion, the wave of concern that carries the group to the hospital, then the mysterious complete resolution. I think that it is 99% subconscious, an ingrained cultural pattern. Except for the heartbreaking moments for his mother, and the inconvenience to us, the possible waste of a dose of medicine . . it was a way to diffuse the family tension over his behaviour, and all's well that ends well. The nurses and I gave him Aunt-like advice on not repeating this episode, and he went home.
We all long for the assurance that we are loved, that we belong. Perhaps if we told each other in the daylight, the night screams would not be necessary.