Power Chapter 32: Sylvia, Chernobyl and the Cottage - Sex Stories

Power Chapter 32: Sylvia, Chernobyl and the Cottage

... officer wanted details he needed a court order because it involved another patient’s confidentiality. She then smiled sweetly, looked at me and said, “Tighty whiteys in this day and age?” She looked at Mike and said, “Aren’t you cold? Most students don’t walk around with their balls hanging out this late in the year, you know.” The officer chewed me out for panicking and told me in no uncertain terms never to fly off the handle that way again. Mike assured him that he would seriously chastise me and give me proper instructions. The old guy seemed satisfied with that and walked out. “Don’t worry about it,” Mike told me. “If you thought someone was having a nervous breakdown, well, that’s what the buttons are for. Consider yourself chastised and instructed. If ever faced with the same circumstances in the future, do the same thing. Now let’s find out what the fuck happened.” When we got back to the lounge everyone was talking at the same time. That went on for a few minutes until Charlene pulled a whistle out of her purse and blew it. She certainly had our attention. “Sylvia really knows more than I do,” Janice said. “Let her tell the story.” Janice was still crying her eyes out but they were shining eyes and she was grinning from ear to ear. “Seth, if I get some of the biology wrong don’t interrupt. Just keep your fucking mouth shut.” Sylvia was in charge. The story started with her research for Abnormal Psych. She had found an obscure paper about spontaneous bizarre sexual ...

... behavior and dug deeper. Cluster of cases in Poland after Chernobyl. She found a later paper with other cases. Worldwide, about 20 cases of spontaneous bizarre sexual behavior, becoming obsessed with someone or some thing or some activity that had no connection with any previous behavior. Drew came to mind instantly. More research. Paper was by a Polish radiologist, a German neurologist, a German psychiatrist and a neurosurgeon from Denmark. There was a cluster from Chernobyl, another one in Uruguay, but otherwise they were individual cases scattered across the globe. Radiology yielded striking images. They all showed small tumors called (god knows what the name was, it ended in oma) located in a section of the brain called the (it sure sounded like “baboon shit” to me, but then physiology was hardly my strong suit). The authors thought that the Chernobyl cluster might be linked to radiation, but that was pure speculation. “Idiopathic,” interjected Mike. I was really sore at him for calling Sylvia a pathetic idiot, but decided to let it go for now. Anyway, the neurosurgeon excised the tumors and they added some chemotherapy and a cocktail of psychiatric drugs. Within a week of the surgery every patient reverted to whatever had been normal earlier, and the obsessions were gone. More research. She looked up other papers by the same authors, and came across one from the German psychiatrist, Dietrich von Rumplestiltskin (or something else German-sounding). It was on an unrelated ...