So I had a dinner-and-a-movie date with Amanda Rice (aka Twai: yeah, the one from the song) last night. I picked her up at 6:30 and we dined at Casa del Taco in Edinburg then went to Carmike to watch the Night Listener. Robin Williams played a homosexual author who becomes obsessed with a 14 year old boy and his adoptive mother. She’s still not interested in a relationship. That’s fine with me.
That night, I was checking my AOL mail when Christina, who is still vacationing with her cousin in Michigan, IMed me. We chatted for an hour then she called me on her cousin’s cell phone. She told me that her 8 month old son, Brandon’s foster parents are giving her the option of taking him back if she wants. She said it was up to me since she was coming to be with me soon. I told her that I was fine with it but that it would be best if we got lived in and accustomed to each other first before introducing a child into the mix. She agreed.
Christina told me she would have a 12 hour drive back to Missouri today and that she’d call me when she got home. She would then endeavor to pack her things and come to see me. I hope this is not a repeat of the Felicia incident.
The Night Listener is ultimately about a woman who suffers from a factitious disorder similar to Munchausen Syndrome. Except the woman also manifests her mental instabilities (probably caused from a need of attention, love and a feeling of usefulness) in the form of a dying child and her own blindness.
“People with factitious disorders feign, exaggerate, or actually self-induce illnesses. Their aim? To assume the status of “patient,” and thereby to win attention, nurturance, and lenience that they feel unable to obtain in any other way.”
munchausen.com
Now, here I am on the phone with Christina. A woman who has gotten my attention by being lovely and charming but also suffers, apparently, from a form of leukemia. She gave up her infant son to foster parents and her ex (and father to her son), along with his pregnant fiance, died recently in a car wreck. The unborn baby was saved, however, being near to nine months gestation in the womb. A note of this is that the fiance was so fat that her pregnancy was not very well noticeable.
Felicia Hayliey Poirier was a 14 year old girl who pretended, successfully, to be a 22 year old Australian girl whose parents were both killed in a car wreck. Her real mom, however, was just fine. Felicia, the 14 year old girl, in fact lived with her real mother in their apartment. Felicia, the Australian girl, had a pet wallaby that kind of sounded like Felicia trying to sound like a wallaby. Christina, last night, spoke to me on a cell phone that sounded like a regular phone hitting the dock when it was hung up. The ambient noise was also similar to her own room in Missouri. Also, I figured she was lying to me when the caller ID came up with Unknown when she called. I thought that was going to happen.
I also noticed that the poem Christina “wrote” for me was actually submitted to an online poem repository in 2004 by someone named Samantha. Christina’s poem, though slightly different at the end, is similar enough to be suspect.
So, stupidly I am going to continue on with this until I find out what’s really up. Maybe she’s not really lying. Maybe she is but just to cover up something else. I don’t know what’s going on, but I want to. And I will find out. Again, hopefully, this isn’t a repeat of Felicia… another case study of Munchausen Syndrome, filed under “C” with no last name.
Oh, and my internet perusal tells me her name should be Collins but she labels it Clark under Yahoo Messenger. It may be her married name. This, again, is something I don’t know.
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August 10th, 2006 at 5:48 am
Canoe…
I am Karin, very interesting article that contained the information I was searching for in Google, thanks….