Georgie DHainaut

Hi, I appreciate your comments, but they are from a I presume strictly US pair of eyes. In Germany forced admission is decided by the court on request of DA or police with a minimum of 2 weeks (exactly described as 14 days with the possibility of prolongation, but that is indeed after consulting the treating psychiatrist). The same weird law prescribes, that the level of partner that Tobi is (just pretty recently) does not warrant a total open reply. Actually, Monika balanced between what is possible and what is desirable. Dutch law, in comparison, is much more liberal in that respect, although even Dutch law prescribes forced admission by a court. And let's face it: his behavior towards the first 2 cops can be readily explained as "a threat to others or himself". For the trained ones there is a way to deal with a trigger but problem is: there is not always a trained person at hand. And once things get so far out of hand that Dominic slips into ACD, then the acute treatment is to put the full body at rest and deal with the actual psychological aspects later, so initially yes...he is sedated, more or less putting him in a short duration artificial coma.

Saturday morning: what a glorious morning it was, especially since the sun shone abundantly through the curtains, promising a beautiful autumn day. There was no need to get out of bed early. Tobi didn’t have to go to work and Dominic had no therapy appointments. They could linger in bed and relax, feeling perfectly content being there together. But at about the hour of eleven Tobi said yawning: “I guess we have to get up some time, so it might be as well right now”. “Must we?” Do

Hi there, I chose to combine my answer on your 3 comments in one go, but here it is: You make me happy! At least another one who thinks over what is described in this story, a story that is based on the life of a real borderliner. I don't think Tobi is a saint. He's just one of those people who went through a lot of things himself and therefore is able to understand what other people are going through, being prepared to support them in any way he can. And yes...dogs, especially the ones who are trained therapy dogs, have an enormous positive impact on the patients. It gives Dominic the will to get over it, but...the question remains if will alone is enough. You'll read that in the last 2 chapters. But I want to thank you for thinking this story over instead of stop reading halfway the first chapter. Love Georgie

Thank you for your kind comment. Yes....there is a comparison between Grumbles and Rebel....only: Rebel is more receptive and reactive to Dominic's needs. And that is the advantage of therapy dogs in opening up very suspicious and defensive patients. I mean, let's face it: Grumbles is just a silent object. But funny enough he becomes a very important role in a later chapter. Love Georgie

Hi there, Being a conservative country, the use of therapy dogs is unfortunately not that widespread in Germany. Actually, in all of my adult life I only met one and that with a therapist who was also prepared to think out of the German box, which on itself also has a very narrow scope. As far as Dominic's everyday life is concerned: you'll find this glimpse in chapter 5. Love Georgie

Finding a therapy place for Dominic in a specialized clinic proved to be a frustrating and arduous process. In the last years ruthless government cuts had reduced the mental health care system to a bare bones skeleton only. Intensive therapy clinics had become a much desired but scarce asset. As a result, Monika Moller decided to step up the frequency of the temporary therapeutic sessions at the hospital, because withholding this support to Dominic could lead to unforeseeable and disastrous

This reaction moves me....at least two readers who understood. As far as medication is concerned...I left it out of the equation, but you can rest assured, that Dominic has. There is a line referring to it (maybe in the next chapter, when Monika asks if he gets along with the pills). Outpatient care would be a great idea. Maybe you can suggest it to the German health insurances. I know it sounds cynical and it is not meant to offend you, but it made me hopping mad when my "kid" exactly got 4 outcare sessions paid for such a severe illness. He might as well do nothing...the result would have been the same. And yes...Dominic is severely at risk that things go mighty wrong in an irreversible way. Anyway, chapter 4 is online pretty soon since it is already written. It seems to give hope, but don't let it fool you! Stay tuned! Love Georgie D'Hainaut

Hi there, But unfortunately, Dominic lives in Germany, where patients with this kind of disorder are kicked out of the hospital after "one day of crisis intervention" as it is so prosaically called and then left to their own meagre devices to find THEMSELVES a therapy place in a clinic. And it that same country the patient I know has been waiting for intensive therapy for about 3 years now and the end is not in sight yet. As for your last sentence: I'll leave that open until chapter 6, the last one. But I owe you a compliment: you're one of the few who at least thinks over this story instead of giving a scathing critique like "sickening". I guess I said it before: if some people think it over, I have achieved my goal...ok, at the loss of a lot of readers, but that is not my problem. Love Georgie D'Hainaut.

It took Monika Moller four weeks to do all the diagnostic tests on Dominic, but in this long span of time she also initiated the first therapeutical treatments. But the day arrived, that Dominic was released from hospital for a second time, not having been home at all between this and the previous release. However, this second one was destined to be only temporary until a place could be found in a specialized clinic for long term, intensive stationary treatment, which was deemed necessary. But b

Yeah, I know. But you seem to forget, that it is reality for a lot of kids as well. You know, I can imagine there is no in fun reading it. In all honesty: it was not even fun writing it. And my warning in the beginning was not just "advertising". If you had a happy childhood, I can only envy you, but I don't begrudge you a happy youth. In our post-capitalistic and post-modern times however, more and more children are victim of the worst cases of sexual, physical and mental abuse, things that even sicken experienced vice detectives. I have no idea about the numbers in the USA, but a recent scientific estimate here in Germany fears that 1 out of 5 children are sexually, physically or mentally abused. And I think these are truly shocking numbers. As a reader you are perfectly entitled to close your eyes for these abuses. But as an author I feel obliged to stand up and take a firm position for these victims, who don't only suffer during the actual abuse, but for years thereafter, even the rest of their lives, even if it costs me readers. And I choose deliberately to tell the story as raw as it actually is, without any beautification, because only then the actual fate of these children becomes clear. It was my goal to put the fate of these children in the spotlight and I was aware that it would be a truly controversial story. Generally speaking, I wrote it for all these kids, personally I wrote for this one courageous boy in the dedication. Because it really breaks my heart to see how an exceptionally beautiful boy of 21, a boy who should be exploding with lust for life, has been turned into a mental wreck by the truly grievous things, that have been done to him during his childhood and youth, things I have in writing and things that make even the old juvenile care rat, that I once was, vomiting. And that, Wizard, is the true background. For on the story on itself I take full responsibility without reservations. And rest assured, once this is ready I will be back with a less acid and controversial story. Love Georgie D'Hainaut

Hi there...or ciao...don't know🙂 Thank you for your kind comment. Tobi's role increases somewhat in next chapters as is Monika. But the emphasis of the whole is Dominic, whose mental states develops further....no matter in which direction. Unfortunately, I am intimately aware about the amount of realism in the description. Love Georgie D'Hainaut

Hi there, I love your comment! You are one of the few who got the message and everyone who gets it is one more as I had expected, when I wrote this story, because I'm very well aware that it is a sensitive and difficult subject. If Dominic overcomes his problems? I know...but I leave it to your imagination for the time being. No matter how his way to full happiness goes...it will be a long and mighty rough way. Love Georgie D'Hainaut

“Hmmmmmmmmm!” Huh? Did he hear someone moaning? Impossible! Dead people hear no moaning. Dead people hear nothing! So, how could he hear moaning? “Hmmmmmmmmm!” “Weird…there it is again!” As next he noticed that his throat vibrated like he was the one who was moaning and that it felt like sandpaper and his tongue like tanned leather. And on top of that, that he was incredibly thirsty! There was this other sound, that was equally unexplainable as well: “Bee

Hi there, Let me start with expressing sincere gratitude for such an extensive reaction. But I feel obliged as well to react equally extensive. First the critiques: I know that 20k words is a lot of reading, but I choose to do it this way to keep the momentum of the downward spiral, in which Dominic is caught. If I would have split it, readers tend to think "that was it" and the second part would be more or less unread. Apart from that: I didn't expect myself that iut might become a small novel. But it sure turns out that way. But I admit, I didn't include the tiny technicality, that it might not fit on a tablet. Second point: yes...English is not my native tongue and I know I make some mistakes here and there. The best would be an editor, but very little people in Germany speak sufficient English on a high level to do editing. So, I try the best I can and then, after 43 corrections, I put it up for publishment. Third point: with GA being an American platform I have to make concessions. I live in Germany, I know that 120 lbs is about 55 kos. I know Germans use handies instead of cell phones. But if the most US readers want to understand it, I have to do this. Again, it was a conscious decision. But the most important of your comment, as far as I am concerned, was the actual comment: it made you think about people with a mental disorder and about your own attitude towards them. Now, to illustrate what I mean: the courageous boy in the dedication is not a stylistic trick to attract more readers. This courageous boy is a real boy of flesh and blood and a huge lot of problems, who happens to be my foster-grandson. And although everybody turns their back on him, his foster-granddad doesn't. Not because he's a saint, but because I had my own share of mental problems long before he was even born. And I know how it feels to be deserted, so I'm there for him on a 24/7 basis. But as an author...or an artist...I also feel the necessity to take a position and that is why I wrote this story. If you would have been the only reader but it would also make you think about the subject, then I have achieved what I wanted to achieve. Because he is not the only one.... there are lots of them! And one of them could benefit from the fact, that you changed your attitude. And I can assure you: no...it is not easy, but very hard to handle it! But it is worth it! Anyway, thank you very much again for a beautiful reaction and stayed tuned for the next chapter, I guess about the end of the week or maybe over the weekend. Love Georgie D'Hainaut

Hi there, Yes, it is an out of control spiral into utter despair. You're right about that! BUT...for a lot of those who suffer from this mental disorder reality! The story is fictious, not the background that prompted it to be written. Especially your second sentence hits the nail. In other words: these and comparable things ACTUALLY happen to kids. Love Georgie D'Hainaut

Warning I consider it a necessity to precede this story with a serious warning, exceeding the max. 800 positions. No, not about the few explicit erotic scenes it contains. I guess you guys can handle that! But this story digs very deep into the darkest crevasses of a severe mental disorder and if you happen to be a reader who suffers or has suffered through one himself: I strongly urge you to ask yourself first if you can handle it! Because this story is not meant to trigger anything i

A young boy tries to live his life, that becomes an emotional roller coaster. But...can one really call this a life?

Hi there, Thank you for your kind comment. Yes, a sad and tragic story, especially when one considers, that the cleverly disguised statistics are true: the average life expectancy of all this beautiful kids is 25 years!!! Love Georgie D'Hainaut

Thank you for your compliments🙂 Love Georgie D'Hainaut

I love the way you phrase it..... Thanks for your comment Love Georgie D'Hainaut

Hi, My pleasure....don't you doubt that, especially with all these great reactions. Almost makes me shy😚 It won't be on short notice, but stay tuned for the new one.... Love Georgie D'Hainaut

Thank you...but let's face it: I love writing, so I'm happy to share the products. I hope the next story will be appreciated as well, but...I warn you...it is a totally different story Love Georgie D'Hainaut

Thank you very much. It was my pleasure to write and translate it (at least some years after the original Dutch version) Love Georgie D'Hainaut

Readers love happy ends. But...I never guarantee up front that all my stories will have one. Thanks for your kind comment. Love Georgie D'Hainaut

In which things finally turn in another way as you might have expected…but then: maybe not… Ten years had passed. Jamie had followed the jobs available and travelled through the whole of Great Britain, France, Belgium and the Netherlands. In each country he gathered new experiences and, by visiting other churches, castles and museums between jobs, he absorbed new styles of art, marveling at all the beauty he saw around him and was inspired by it. He had good times, feelin