SAMANTHA
THE AGGRESSOR
A Fictional Biography of Sam, the Little Whirlwind
By Izzy Ess of Craziness
Samantha
was a little whirlwind in a compact little female body. At three she cornered John and tied him to a
tree and pulled down his pants to see his wee-wee. Satisfied it was a little thing, she didn’t
feel as threatened as she had when she had seen her dad’s huge thing. Her mother’s bush was bad enough. Her father’s tuft of hair and long and thick
appendage looked like trouble to her tiny mind, and of course her tiny
body. John’s hairless little thing and
little sac was just her size, she figured.
She won’t have to deal with older men until she, herself, got
older. Relieved, Sam seemed to need
assurance that she wasn’t wrong. John
was happy to be with his little friend and liked when she would tie him to a
tree or post and pull his pants down.
Lately, she’d been feeling him and that felt really good. It felt a little good for Sam, as well.
Samantha’s
reputation spread around the neighbourhood.
At ten, she attracted every ten year old in town and gathered them
inside someone’s backyard and lined them up, as if she were a sergeant drilling
new recruits. She got undressed herself
and then paraded up and down the ranks of undressed little boys and girls,
inspecting all their bodies with a stern approach that frightened some, but
mostly thrilled the bunch of them because she checked them out with fingers and
her tongue to check the taste. She
recognized that certain parts would get a little firm when stroked and some
would get a little bigger if she tongued them.
The parents who observed her were alarmed at first and some of them
attended morning or the evening drilling and inspections. They discussed amongst themselves the
innocent clean fun that younger children got from showing off their private
parts. They were satisfied there was no
danger to them. If anything, the larger
crowds of youngsters was assuring to most parents that no harm would come of
it. They recognized that Sam was born to
lead and boss all others mercifully, tenderly and thoroughly.
As
Sam got older and approached her menarche, her troops would still line up for
her, remove their clothes while she removed her own. Sam’s inspections probed more deeply into
everything, including tiny openings and ever bigger private parts. Samantha seemed to be concerned with fitting,
sizing and accommodating. She way lay a
bigger boy down on the ground supine an pull his wee-wee ‘til it stood up
straight and then climb on it with her private parts to see if his raised mast
would fit inside her. She did experience
deposits of some semen, sometimes. She
often paired her subjects and arranged to see if they would fit together,
properly. The parents really were
alarmed and asked their progeny to cease their drilling by Samantha. Sam was disappointed in her loss of
leadership. She carried on her
observations, then, in private, in a bedroom, or behind someone’s garage. When some parents learned of these quite
private lessons, they objected strongly and complained to Sam’s own parents who
were not concerned about their daughter’s explorations. They claimed that all suburban children did
this, more or less, a part of, “Let’s play doctor-nurse,” or “if you show me
yours, I’ll show you mine.” Most parents
passed it off in memory of their own innocence.
Some banned their kids from seeing our Samantha, or letting her proceed
with her explorations of their private parts.
Some parents moved to other neighbourhoods to get away from Sam.
All
such activity was ceased when Sam discovered she was pregnant at the tender age
of fifteen and a half. All the parents
had laid down the law: “There will be no more contact with the evil Sam!” A spontaneous abortion ended Sam’s
confinement. Her parents did admonish
her, and that was that. There were no
further explorations. Sam was grounded
with authority and closely watched by her own parents and the others in her
neighbourhood.
At
school, the teachers watched her too, especially when one young male new teacher
started spending time with her. This
young man was dismissed summarily and Sam was guarded everywhere she went. Sam had, in fact, become familiar with this
middle twenty teacher and had successfully contrived to see if his large thingy
could, indeed, be fitted into her maturing, and much larger, inner
chamber. Sam was saved from being ousted
by persistent help from her own parents and the teachers that were liberal
enough to see that Sam was more aggressive than the average teen and just
needed stricter boundaries. At college,
Sam fit in with everyone’s idea of how young students do behave. She wasn’t watched too closely when she
turned eighteen and seemed to do what all the other eighteen year old students
do. She had become a beauty, attracting
many students to her side. Successfully,
she ran for student council. In her last
year at the Staunton College, she was Student Council President and an A+
student as well as captain of the winning co-ed hockey team. She gave three speeches at the graduating
ceremonies, one as Valedictorian, one as Captain of the most winning team, ever
seen at Staunton and one as Student Council President. Everyone agreed the future held some
grandiose excitement for their Sam who made them proud to be a parent in the
neighbourhood.
Sam’s
academic record was outstanding and it qualified her easily to enter Schools of
Medicine everywhere she did apply. She
chose the Faculty of Medicine of the University of Toronto, in Canada. She said she wanted a fresh start, as far
from the old neighbourhood in Cleveland, as she could get, in quite another
country. Sam excelled in Physiology,
Anatomy, Histology and Embryology, Pathology, Internal Medicine and Surgery,
Obstetrics, Gynecology and Paediatrics.
She did not excel in any class or patient clinic which involved
Psychology or Psychiatry. She either got
the lowest marks or failed despite her huge successes in the other fields. Sam became depressed. The student clinic gave her counselling on a
weekly basis. Suicidal ideation was
alarming to her parents and her doctors.
Referred for psychiatric consultation, it was decided to admit Samantha
to the prestigious Psych Ward of Sinai General, a part of the hospital
complexes of the Faculty of Medicine at the University of Toronto. The suicide precautions were so very strict
and Sam became discouraged by the isolation in a padded room. She went into a catatonic state, sitting in
the corner of her padded room, staring at the light that came from
overhead. Sam’s parents used the huge
Macdonald to stay to visit daily their own precious daughter. The psychiatrists were not too optimistic as
they tried to give her anti-psychotic medications and electroconvulsive
therapy. It took three months for Sam to
start awakening and acting somewhat normally.
The diagnosis was a kind of personality disorder which they dubbed as
Schizophrenia, now known as being genetically determined. The consultants insisted that it had not so
much to do with her childhood and teenage behaviours, but was part and parcel
of the wider diagnosis, Schizophrenia with Catatonia. She was discharged under supervision of her
parents and with strong referrals to the Cleveland Clinic Psychiatric Hospital
for continuing care and diagnosis. The
newest forms of medications were prescribed which needed detailed monitoring
for their side-effects and overall effectiveness. Returning to her medical school was deemed
impossible.
Samantha
at age 25 was most attractive, seductive and manipulative. Often she would stop her medications without
consulting with her doctors or her parents.
Her parents tried some further consultations with the experts at the
famous Menninger and Mayo Clinics. The
advice consistently forbade Samantha from altering her medication regiments and
consistently did recommend that she see consultants frequently for regulations
of her medications and some intensive cognitive and behavioural modification
therapy techniques. Response was
generally quite favourable. By thirty,
Samantha could be gainfully employed in the Medical Records Department of the
Cleveland Clinic, coding, filing and retrieving records, successfully and
expertly. She was advanced to be Assistant
Head of the Department, at age 35.
Samantha
could have been a movie star. She had a
part-time job at Ristorante Genoa, where she acted in the murder mysteries
presented nightly for the patrons. Her
beauty and good acting drew a crowd and higher bonuses and tips for her and
larger incomes for the Ristorante. The
owner featured her in their advertisements.
Her photographs were sold as souvenirs for patrons of the restaurant. She reduced her time in medical recording and
she concentrated more on her career as star of Ristorante Genoa’s evening’s
entertainment show. A wealthy visitor
from old Chicago fell in love with her and asked her for a date. She dated Chester Highland for some twenty
weeks and married him. He’d learned
about her psychiatric history and didn’t seem to be affected by it. Samantha’s parents met Sir Chester and
approved of marriage for her to this wealthy, gentleman. Samantha moved with Chester to his million
dollar condominium in downtown Chicagoland.
A consultation was arranged with experts at the Psychiatric and
Psychosomatic Institute of Chicago’s famous teaching hospital, The Michael
Reese, on Lakeshore Drive, in South Chicago.
Sam hooked up with Dr. Samuel Ben Isaacstein. The two Sams got along really famously. Monthly visits were the rule with regulation
of Sam’s medications which were lower in their dosage than before. Samuel was pleased and thought Sam might
benefit from Adlerian approaches to her illness, and she did. She became adept at self-analysis and accurate
evaluations of her state of mind. Sam
looked forward to the day when medications were no longer needed.
Chester was a marvel with her. He would have liked some children but this
was strongly objected to by all Sam’s doctors because of medications and the
probable genetic psychiatric problems that a child might have. Samantha and Sir Chester had started adoption
procedures. They chose two twin boys
from Chicago’s south side of Afro-American descent and the adoption was
approved. The happy family was happier
by far than Sam had ever dreamed. The
boys, named Samuel and Chester, were delightful and intelligent, creative and
so playful. In Chicago, as in old New
York, the schooling choices were important.
A magnet school was found which offered drama and scholastic
subjects. Sam and Chet auditioned and
were accepted in the old schoolhouse on Highland Avenue. Their parents attended every performance of
the twins who quickly let all school mates in both the acting and the
academics.
Chester died of coronary blockage when the boys were
twelve and Sam was sixty. She was still
a beauty. Dr. Sam was careful to jump
right in. He asked Samantha to be his
wife, if she still desired him after one full year. Our Doctor Samuel referred her to another
psychoanalyst to avoid any claims of ethical misbehaviour. Samantha agreed to wait. Dr. Sam took Sam to be his lawful wedded
wife. The twins were glad that mommy was
again quite happy. Chester’s money
legacy was quite extensive. There would
be no money problems, especially with the marriage to the psychoanalyst. They moved to the penthouse condominium atop
a glassed-in dome on Lakeshore Drive when Dr. Sam retired.
What else is there to say? Sam and Sam lived happily atop their
glassed-in condo ‘til they died, at ages 96 and 94. The boys went on to Second City and Saturday
Night Live. Their careers as comics were
successful as a twin career. Sam would
die of a drug overdose at age 35. Chet
was hit, and killed, by a drunken taxi driver on Wabash Avenue, just before a
scheduled Jazz and Comic show at the Palmer House at age 37.
THE
END
© izzy sommers, md
Welland, Canada
August 28, 2013
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