"He’s like a goy... he has this picture of an animal on his neck!”
Ahrele was a young man from a chassidish family who’d suffered abuse at the hands of a relative, dropped out of the frum world, stumbled on the idea of psychedelic drugs to self-medicate, and ended up in the locked ward of a psychiatric hospital. Part III
It was a year since Ahrele’s release from the psychiatric hospital, where he’d found himself after taking psychedelic mushrooms and experiencing a psychotic episode. The week he spent on the ward was a nightmare no one wanted to remember.
But anniversaries can be hard to forget, and while I had the dates right in front of me as I looked over his medical chart during out appointment, Ahrele was the one to bring it up.
“So, Dr. Freedman, you know it’s been a full year since I was at the hospital?” he said matter-of-factly as he sat across from me. “What a wild experience that was.”
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