A man I talked to the other day seldom looked me in the eye. His gestures were not in rhythm with the things he was saying. At times, he skipped half the words in a sentence. Once, he disappeared entirely and went on talking as if we were still together. He seemed oblivious to many things I said to him. His face froze. Reactions were delayed. Was this a bizarre psychotic I was talking to? An individual with autism? Someone with something to hide? No, it was just an ordinary day in an extraordinary time of social distancing. It was what’s called a psychotherapy session thanks to the wonders of telehealth technology.
I’ve got to assume I was just as peculiar to him as he was to me. Continue reading →