by: BackToBabyHood | Complete Story | Last updated Jun 16, 2022
Fourth Visit – 5
Years Old (June 1st, 1994)
“Stay still for me,
Amanda. We’re almost done.”
Amanda stared straight
ahead as Doctor Gembella raised the scale’s heigh measurement stick, extending
the arm out and allowing it to rest on top of the little girl’s head.
“3 feet, 6 inches……48
pounds” she murmured to herself, writing on her chart. “That’s it for now. You can go back to your mother, Amanda.”
Amanda stepped off the
scale and climbed onto her mother, perched on her leg like a doll. She sat and listened as the doctor sat down
at her desk and began to read off questions from her chart.
“Ok. So, I’m going to ask you some questions,
Amanda. If you don’t know, your mommy
can jump in and help you, ok?”
“I can do it without
Mommy!” she said, crossing her arms as if insulted. The doctor proceeded to ask her a litany of
questions, asking her to recite her address and phone number, describe her
typical day and counting her fingers. She then had Amanda perform a drawing of a
person, after which she tested her vision with an eye chart.
“Ok, Amanda. Everything looks good so far. Let’s get your clothes off and get you up on
the exam table” she said as she began to put on her rubber gloves.
Amanda looked up at the table,
then realized she wouldn’t be able to get up on her own like she did in the
past. Everything had become so big to
her in the past few weeks. Tasks that were
formerly automatic now required a greater expenditure of physical effort. Climbing into and out of bed, seating herself
in a chair during her meals and even getting up and down from the toilet all
proved to be much more difficult for her lately. As her surroundings grew around her, so did
her dependance on her mother. As a
result, she found herself asking for her help much more often.
“Mommyyyyy……..” she
whined. “I can’t reach!”
Her mother walked over to
her, picked her up and then placed her on the examination table. She helped her out of her t-shirt, pulling it
over her head. Amanda began to unbutton
her shorts, but when she showed signs of having trouble completing the task,
her mother took over and removed the rest of her clothing.
The doctor walked over
and began performing various tests, taking her blood pressure and using her
stethoscope to listen to her heartbeat and breathing. Amanda shivered as the stethoscope’s cool
surface made contact with her skin, inhaling and exhaling as the doctor
instructed. When she was done, her
mother helped her put her clothes back on and then sat her on her lap while the
doctor asked a few more questions. When
she was done, she took out a vile of clear liquid and a syringe.
“Ok, Amanda. I know you aren’t going to like this, but we
have to give you a shot today,” the doctor said, taking the syringe and filling
it from the vile.
“But I don’t wanna
shot! I hate shots!” Amanda protested,
clinging to her mother, her eyes wide with fear. Suddenly, her mother remembered a tactic that
worked with Amanda the first time she was a child. She winked at the doctor, the sat Amanda on
her knee.
“I know you don’t like
shots, but I’ll tell you what. If you’re
a brave girl for me, I’ll take you to Toys “R” Us and buy you the doll you saw
on TV this morning,” her mother offered.
Amanda’s look of fear slowly turned to one of surprise.
“Really, Mommy? You promise?” she asked as the doctor began
to swab her arm with an alcohol wipe.
“Yes, really! And you know what the best part will be?” her
mother asked, as the doctor inserted the thin needle into Amanda’s arm.
“What, Mommy?” Amanda
asked excitedly, thrilled by the proposition of being taken to the toy store.
“You won’t even know that
you already got your shot!” her mother exclaimed, pointing to the Band-Aid on
Amanda’s arm.
“I did it?” she asked
incredulously, looking at her bandaged arm.
“Oh, I did it!” she happily cheered, smiling at her mother proudly.
EXCERPT FROM POST-VISIT MENTAL HEALTH CHECK TRANSCRIPT
(PATIENT: AMANDA
SILVERSTONE) (JUNE 1st, 1994)
PSY:
Wow, you did that pretty quickly,
Amanda! How were you so fast at putting
those shapes together?
AS:
Told you I would be!
PSY:
Well, you sure showed me! I don’t think we need to do any more tests,
since you’re obviously a very
smart girl!
AS:
I told you I was.
PSY:
Yes, you did. So, I want to talk about what your days are
like.
AS:
Ok.
PSY:
What usually happens when you wake up?
AS:
Mommy wakes me up.
PSY:
Ok, what happens when Mommy wakes you up?
AS:
I go potty. Then I get dressed.
PSY:
Do you dress yourself?
AS:
Yea.
Mommy shows me clothes and lets me pick which ones I want to wear.
PSY:
I see.
And what happens after you get dressed?
AS:
Mommy makes me breakfast.
PSY:
Do you tell her what you want, or does she
just make it for you?
AS:
She just makes it and I eat it.
PSY:
Do you do anything else while you’re eating
breakfast?
AS:
Watch cartoons. Then after I eat breakfast Mommy lets me…..I
mean……I play with my toys. ‘Cause I wanna.
PSY:
And she stays nearby and watches you?
AS:
Yea.
PSY:
Does she ever play with you?
AS:
Sometimes.
PSY:
Is that fun for you? When Mommy plays with you?
AS:
Ummmmm, yea.
PSY:
So, it sounds like Mommy is doing a lot for
you these days. How do you feel about
that?
AS:
I can still do everything myself. Mommy just helps sometimes.
PSY:
Ah, ok.
I understand. Do you remember when
we talked about how it made you feel now that
your mother was around more? Do you
remember telling me that it upset you?
AS:
Yea.
PSY:
Well, does it still upset you?
AS:
Sometimes.
PSY:
Sometimes?
When does it upset you?
AS:
Ummmm…….when Mommy tells me I gotta stop
playing or clean my room.
PSY:
Ok.
And when does it not upset you?
AS:
Ummmm…….
PSY:
Take your time. We aren’t in a hurry.
AS:
When I need Mommy and she’s there.
PSY:
It feels good when you need her and she’s
there?
AS:
Yea.
PSY:
Well, that’s good to hear. Do you still feel upset with Mommy for making
you smaller?
AS:
Sometimes.
I don’t think about it that much, though.
PSY:
And why is that?
AS:
‘Cause it’s more fun to play and do fun stuff.
PSY:
It is, isn’t it? But you know it’s still ok to feel angry or
upset about it, right?
AS:
I know.
I just like playin’ better.
PSY:
Do you ever miss being Big Amanda?
AS:
Yea.
PSY:
What do you miss about being Big
Amanda?
AS:
My friend Meghan.
PSY:
Oh, you haven’t seen her in a long time,
have you?
AS:
Nope.
PSY:
Well, maybe you’ll get to see her soon. Would you like that?
AS:
Yea!
PSY:
Now, I’m going to ask you something and I
want you to think as long as you have to, ok?
AS:
Ok.
PSY:
When you think about Big Amanda, is she someone
else, or is she you?
AS:
I’m Big Amanda.
PSY:
But aren’t you smaller now?
AS:
Yea.
PSY:
So, you’re Big Amanda and Small Amanda at
the same time?
AS:
Yea.
PSY:
Does thinking about that confuse you?
AS:
No.
PSY:
That doesn’t surprise me. After all, you’re a very smart girl.
[END OF TRANSCRIPT]
POST-VISIT CONSULTATION TRANSCRIPT
(RACHEL SILVERSTONE,
MOTHER OF AMANDA SILVERSTONE) (MAY 1st, 1994)
DCTR:
Ok, let’s get started. Roll your sleeve up for me. Ok, perfect.
Here we go.
RS:
Whenever you’re ready.
DCTR:
Anddddd there. Just hold this on there for me while I put
the Band-Aid on. Perfect. Well, congratulations. Your treatment is over.
RS:
That was the same shot you
gave to Amanda?
DCTR:
Same shot, different dosage. Regardless, the effect is the same. If you think of the serum as
the gas pedal of a car, this shot is the brakes. It’s going to stop the age regression process for both of you. You’ll end up at around twenty-four, Amanda will stop at
around two years old.
RS:
Wow. I can’t believe it’s over. It hasn’t been that long, but it feels like a
lifetime for some reason.
DCTR:
You’ve been through a lot, Rachel. Physically, emotionally…..this process takes its toll on a woman.
RS:
I know. I know. I just hope that I’m ready for what’s coming.
DCTR:
Have you made the arrangements?
RS:
I have. One phone call and everything will be taken
care of. I’m just afraid that I’ll
do it too soon. Before she’s ready, I
mean.
DCTR:
I understand. You’ll know when the time has come. You’re a good mother, Rachel. I think your intuition is going to
serve you well.
RS:
Let’s hope so. So, what do I do now? Just wait?
DCTR:
It’s all that’s left to do.
[END OF TRANSCRIPT]
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by: BackToBabyHood | Complete Story | Last updated Jun 16, 2022
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