Two bottles of water

He walked into my office clutching two bottles of drinking water which he never drank. His little body was frail and thin. His eyes looked wild, pupils dilated. Some teeth were missing, leaving gaps as he smiled or opened his mouth to   breathe.   In   his   short   8   years   he   had   been   severely   traumatised   by   unexpected   events   which   happened randomly. ”It seems like we can’t get past his choking experience”, she said desperately.

He sat, thin little legs close together. Under each arm he pinned a bottle of water. His smile came easily, yet with such uncertainty. His thin neck turned quickly to look  at his mother, sitting with a very worried expression, next to him. She had just picked him up from school. His uniform, bought for his age, looked like an oversized outfit.

“He simply won’t eat”, his mother said. An attractive woman, with an easy manner. The affection between them was obvious. They looked at each other often, hands touching from time to time.

“I have never been to a homoeopath. Someone at school recommended that I try you. It has now been two months since he has last eaten a meal!” Her worry was in her eyes and in the way she touched his pitiful thin leg.

“What happened? I asked, taking in as much information as I could with my eyes.

“He  was  hit  on  the  mouth  with  a  hockey  stick.  That  night  I  made  him  some  food  and  he  nearly  choked  to  death. Since  then  he  refuses  to  put  any  food  in  his  mouth.  He  will  drink  energy  drinks  and  milk.  That  is  about  all”,  she answered sincerely. That explains  the missing teeth. Hockey stick took  them out, I silently thought. As his mother was  talking  about  the  choking  experience,  he  looked  away,  closing  his  mouth  and  eyes  tight.  The  memory  of  not being able to breathe was still fresh in his mind.

“On  top  of  everything  else,  he  was  also  witness  to  a  hijacking  and  robbery  a  while  back.  Ever  since  then  he  had become tentative, always wanting to be reassured. Now he won’t go to bed alone. He refuses to be at home alone. He is always terrified. No amount of reassurance makes any difference. The entire family is suffering now. We are all worried about him. But, we also have a life.”

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