• 1965, the year that changed my life
Chris’s reaction to the programme “Sharon”
Perhaps December 1964
Shortly after this, Chris and I were at my place. My Mum and Dad don’t feature in this memory, so perhaps they were out; but our Steve and my Grandma were in the house somewhere. Perhaps my Grandad was, too, but he also doesn’t feature in the memory.
Either Steve and my Grandma were nearby, in the kitchen perhaps, and came over to see what had happened, or else they heard the thump as Chris hit the floor and came into the room from elsewhere. They stood there in the corner of the room, shocked and motionless, pale with fright, staring down at the motionless figure of Chris.
They remained there, not knowing what to do, when he started to shake, growling and grinding his teeth, and beating with his fists and feet on the floor. There were two or three episodes of this lying still, then convulsing.
Meanwhile, I was calm and cool; I was playing the expert, having seen this happen before, oh, at least once![more] I simply said, “Let’s put the kettle on.” They were horrified at what they took to be my callousness: “How can you say that!”; but what I intended to do was make a cup of coffee, which I thought he would need when he regained consciousness — which he duly did, feeling worn out and perhaps with a headache, and with no memory of what had just happened, but otherwise none the worse for what he had been through.
Chris has another fit
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