paranoid personality disorder

It was rare for me to see a psychiatrist. Although it was not obvious, I still felt that he seemed to be interested.

He pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and asked, "Mr. He, are you sure you don't have sadistic desires?"

I paused, looked at this gentle doctor, and said with some embarrassment: "Doctor Lin, you are also a man. I thought most men in this world would have this tendency more or less."

When the doctor was about to open his mouth to ask questions again, I opened my mouth to defend myself: "Besides, this kind of thing, I think mine should be classified as sexual, and it should be distinguished from the kind you mentioned. "

Dr. Lin smiled, didn't answer my topic, changed the topic and continued: "In this case, can I boldly guess what he did to make you unhappy at that time, and then try to make up for it afterwards? Come?"

I didn't speak.

After I chatted with the doctor for half an hour, he gave me a handwritten medical certificate and told me: "What I'm saying now is speculation and has yet to be verified."

He seemed to have thought about it, and continued: "I suspect that the patient's parents divorced when he was a child. He was sentenced to his mother, and it is very likely that he has been abused by his mother for a long time."

I looked at the words on his medical record and remained silent.

He continued: "Maybe he was often beaten and scolded by his mother when he was a child. A mother who was in a bad mood might tie him up or give him a whip at any time, so let him subconsciously think that if he makes others angry, tie him up." Or whip yourself, and that person can calm down and even be happy."

I frowned.

The doctor paused and said, "Of course, these are all my speculations based on the information I have. If you want to know the truth and then solve the problem from the source based on the cause, you need to provide some more information."

I nodded to him, still absorbing the news I knew, got up and prepared to leave.

He called me, took out his phone, and said to me: "Can you leave a contact information so that I can get in touch, I may be on a business trip next." After a while, he took off his glasses and smiled at me. I said, "Besides, I'm really interested in Mr. Mo's condition."

When I walked out of this consulting room by myself, I took two steps, but saw the person involved in the whole incident standing under a big tree at the door, looking around boredly with his hands in his pockets.

I called him, and he turned around to see me, his eyes narrowed with a smile, and he walked to my side three steps in two steps.

I glanced at him: "Why are you here?"

He blinked and smiled: "I'll take you home."

I took two steps forward and couldn't help looking back at him.

He was still a little strange, walked up to me, turned his head sideways: "Why?" Then he sneered, "Did the psychiatrist say anything unique?"

I was silent for a while and asked, "Did my parents divorce when I was very young?"

He froze for a moment, then said haha, "No."

I frowned and looked at him: "I don't want to hear lies."

He blinked, looking very innocent: "Really not." Then he smiled, "Did the psychiatrist say that? Hahaha."

When I got home, I couldn't help but sent a message to the doctor: "He said he didn't have a childhood divorce." After thinking for a while, I typed a sentence below, "I don't think he's lying."

At that time, he was sitting next to me, and kept touching my thigh with one hand.

I took his hand away, moved to the side, and looked at him: "Aren't you going to work recently?"

He sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, looked at me and pursed his lips and smiled: "I don't want to go to work anymore."

I lowered my head and sent another message to the doctor: "Start refusing to go out and socialize."

He leaned over with his head: "Who are you sending messages to?"

I covered the phone with my backhand, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to hold my face, looked into my eyes, and asked, "Can I kiss?"

I looked at him for a while, and suddenly thought: "Where's Xu Zhao?"

He froze for a moment, let go of his hand, and smiled helplessly, "I don't know."

I stuffed my phone into my pocket, and I was really curious. I sat on the sofa facing him, and asked him, "I'm a little curious, can you explain it for me?"

He squinted his eyes and smiled: "Okay, I will answer your questions at any time."

I moved closer to him, touched his Adam's apple, and then scratched his chin.

He squinted his eyes and thought that this action should be the same as the last time Xu Zhao tickled him. He raised his chin, as if it was convenient for me to tickle him.

I couldn't hold back my saliva, and withdrew my hand and asked him, "You worked so hard to snatch Xu Zhao away from me, why are you still abandoning me now?"

He reached out and grabbed my hand, put it in the palm of his hand as if playing with it, then raised my hand, picked up a finger and rolled it into his mouth, and told me vaguely: "Look, you We've been together with Ah Nuo for so many years, but it's still not enough for a third party to intervene." He clicked his fingers in his mouth, and smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, "He doesn't like you as much as you think. , isn’t that right.” He pulled out my finger, hooked the tip of his tongue against my fingertips, and laughed: “There is no one in this world who likes you, right, He Ji.”

"Even if you think that the person who will never be separated in this life will be separated from you, you think you love him and he loves you, and you can spend your whole life in love with each other like this, but in the final analysis, no one can stand the temptation, yes wrong?"

He put my two fingers together and put them in his mouth again, with a vague voice: "Ah Numa is." He paused, let go of my hand, crawled over, and covered my crotch with his palm, Smiling, "You too."

I looked at him: "In order to verify your theory, why did you break up the relationship between me and Xu Zhao for so many years?"

He smiled and tried to put his hand in my pants, and told me with a smile: "It's fun." In order to express his affirmation, he emphasized his tone and repeated, "It's very fun."

Probably tried it, but failed to get in from above my pants. He changed the direction, unzipped my pants, touched my things lightly through the underwear, leaned his face closer, and sprayed his breath on me. On his face: "After all, I really like you and Ah Nua."

I reached out and pinched his hand that was slowly touching my things, and looked at him calmly.

He stuck out his tongue and licked my cheek, and repeated with a smile: "I think I really like you and Anuma a little bit."

I couldn't help laughing: "Just now you said that no one likes me in this world, why, now you say you like me?"

He looked at me with a smile: "I'm different from others."

I paused, pulled away his hand that was still covering my crotch, zipped up my pants, turned sideways in the other direction, away from him by some distance, and reached out to touch his cheek.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and sent a message to the doctor: "The emotional outlook shown is very pessimistic."

After clicking send, I glanced at him from the corner of my eye: "Interesting, what you want to say is that no one in this world will really like you, Mo Qian."

He froze.

Then suddenly laughed.