Thursday 29th July 1943

The door to the psychiatrist's room was open all this afternoon – there were workmen there, repairing a window. Once, glancing inside as I passed, I noticed that the top papers in a pile of case history reports were marked with my name... Instantly fascinated, there was only one thing I wanted to know – was I still diagnosed as “Psychopathic Personality”?

(The diagnosis space, in the middle of the top sheet, is always filled in when the case is completed)

The next time I passed that door I looked in more intently and purposefully. I was partly horrified, partly amused, to read in my diagnosis space:

“SCHIZOPHRENIA PARANOID”