He hallucinated all the time, then he heard me playing the violin and he came and danced

It was a strange friendship, me and Dave (not his real name).

I had made quite a few friends on the ward, I’d been there a while, it had taken time.

Anyway, me and Dave. This was different. Most of the other friendships were made by sharing our stuff. But Dave held conversations with the voices in his head openly and continuously and nonsensically. I don’t think I ever heard a sentence come out of his mouth that was ‘appropriate’ to the context. He’d start out quite well then it would twist into his merging voices / thoughts.

Hello how are you, cause you see the martians have this plan, you need to be careful of teeth, this plan with the inside the biggest place safety you’d better be careful nice cup of tea.

Would be one of the more coherent outpourings. We didn’t interact much at first.

I’d had special permission to play my violin in the gym space, it was considered good for me. I was rekindling my love for music. I had been a professional violinist and I would play for hours. One day Dave drifted in, he listened for a couple of minutes then started to dance.
If you’re picturing something beautiful to behold – expression of pain through movement accompanied by exquisite music. Well I need to put you straight. My playing wasn’t great and Dave was a heavy smoker, somewhat overweight and not particularly graceful. He was running in circles with his arms outstretched on his toes. Lots of huffing and puffing and out of tune notes.

The moment was soo surreal at the time that I had a huge urge to laugh. It was absurd, funny, moving. I kept playing… and playing until he was exhausted. He stopped, smiled at me shyly, but really at me,  finished with a flourish and a bow and left the room.

Only then did it hit me – what just happened. That was really something.

This carried on for a few days. The ward physio joked that it was my mission to get Dave fit.
He would come in and dance a bit or just listen. We would talk, I would try and pick up his feeling from the nonsense that he spoke and would answer generally – so you sound a bit cross about that – and not get into the specifics. We were friends.

My psychologist said, ‘That is so interesting – you and Dave. You are so verbal.’
‘So is he.’
‘Yes but he doesn’t make any sense’.

He started to have moments of coherence. The odd sentence between the confusion. A couple of words that made sense in the context of the surroundings. One day
he said – ‘I hear voices’,
I said ‘ Who do you hear’
‘It changes, but at the moment it’s a musician, a singer’. Then Dave tired and the stream of consciousness returned.

Then one morning at 7am there was a knock at my bedroom door. Staff came in and out all day and night, so I didn’t hesitate to say come in. It was Dave.
me – ‘Dave you shouldn’t be here !’
dave – ‘Are you alright ?’
me – ‘Dave you really shouldn’t be here go back to your room’

Dave shuffled off.
In the canteen for breakfast I said to Dave, in front of one of the nurses ‘Dave you shouldn’t have come to my room first thing’.
The nurse heard that and gave Dave a public telling off.
Oh why did I do that… poor Dave. I could have sidled up to one of the gentler nurses and ask them to mention it to Dave subtly.

Dave never came in when I was playing again. He became angry and very incoherent.

A few days passed, and I went up to Dave and said,
‘I’m so sorry I shopped you I shouldn’t have done it like that.’
He didn’t appear to understand.
me – ‘Don’t you remember you used to come and dance and then you came to my room and I got you into trouble’
dave – ‘Oh that wasn’t me that was someone else’
me – ‘The musician, where is he now?’
dave – ‘Oh he died.’

So that friendly musician voice in his head.
I think I killed him.


21 thoughts on “He hallucinated all the time, then he heard me playing the violin and he came and danced

  1. So you have two sites.. Your writing is lovely and so quietly compassionate. This story is particularly moving. I’ve heard of personalities dying before. So sad when it’s one who was getting pleasure from life. You have a message. Thank you for sharing it. Be well.

    • Thank you Jane.
      The content of the two sites overlaps a lot, I may merge them one day. It has been very therapeutic to put my thoughts and experiences into writing, I appreciate your, and everybody’s comments – getting a response reminds me I’m still alive.

      • I almost asked you whether you had considered linking them. Together they make up your story – the things that have happened, and the positive things you’re doing to stay well.
        You have a very clear voice.

      • Well for the moment it’s a mixture of logistics (losing followers from one site… however small the numbers) and compartmentalising. I supple it is a past / present divide. In the fulness of time a slightly different format may jump out at me.

      • Have you done the blogging 101 course? It’s not as much fun as this,but really useful. It helps you to beautify your blog and make it easier for readers to navigate, advises on how to increase your following, and lots of other things besides.

      • Yes I have, but I was really zero at the time, didn’t make it to hero. I may re-do in a while, I suppose for a bit I’m just finding my feet / voice / place in the blogosphere. I’m not really sure what I want from my blog yet.

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