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JC: Of course.
FM: Can I ask you once again: is there anything specific that triggers your panic attacks?
JC covers his face with his hands, rubs his eyes, and massages his temples. I begin to think he isn’t
going to reply, that I’ve pushed him too far too fast, but eventually he seems to come to some kind
of decision and looks me directly in the eye.
JC: I can’t sleep. It makes me confused sometimes. It makes me doubt my judgement.
FM: You suffer from insomnia?
JC: Yes.
FM: How long has this been going on?
He studies me before he answers.
JC: Since the case.
FM: Do you struggle to get to sleep, or do you wake up in the middle of the night?
JC: I can’t fall asleep.
FM: How many hours do you think you sleep a night?
JC: I don’t know. Sometimes as little as three or four.
FM: That’s a very small amount, which could certainly have a profound effect on your state of mind
during the day.
JC: It’s fine.
He’s being stoic suddenly, as if he regrets confiding in me.
FM: I don’t think three or four hours’ sleep is fine.
JC: Maybe I’m wrong. It’s probably more.
FM: You seemed quite certain.
JC: It’s nothing I can’t cope with.
I don’t believe him.
FM: Have you sought any medical help?
JC: I’m not taking pills.
FM: What goes through your mind when you’re trying to sleep?
Again, he studies me before responding.
JC: I can’t remember.
His answers have become obviously and frustratingly evasive, and I want to delve more into this,
but now is not the time, because if this process is to succeed I must first build his trust and that, I