![]() ![]() Pointing at me, he continued, “This is your wife, Janet. In a firm voice he said, “Alan, if you leave this room you won’t get any better, and you’ll never know the answers. turned Alan’s wheelchair until they sat face to face. I froze, held my breath, and waited to see how Dr. C., then swung his wheelchair around and rammed it into the closed door in an attempt to flee the scene. He tried to stand up and take a swing at Dr. You don’t know what you’re doing!” he screamed. began by asking Alan questions about himself: What is your name, what is your wife’s name, where do you live, what was your mother’s name? Alan started off with a confident air, but quickly dissolved into a state of mortified rage when he couldn’t answer any of the questions. C., in his cramped office for another attempt at testing. ![]() One Saturday, (at Spaulding Rehabilitation Hospital’s Brain Injury Unit), Alan and I met with the team neuropsychologist, Dr. ![]()
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