Adopted from a psychiatric facility when he was 4, 9 year old
   Billy struggles with the demons lurking inside of him. He sits,
   spoon and fork in hands, waiting his feeding time. But suddenly,
   a distorted reflection of the fork comes back at him from the
   curved spoon, and he is reminded of the distorted visions he's
   had through the years as those who tried to help him were seen
   as heinous creatures with small noses and large foreheads, out
   to stab him with their piercing eyes in judgement of his
   inadequacy. From any other perspective, the facility treated him
   and the others very well. He was not drugged and he was treated
   with patience and kindness during his episodes, and his adoptive
   parents are loving and kind and give him lots of freedom to be
   himself and explore his possibilities. But as hard as they try,
   his distorted view of reality continues to reassert itself,
   presenting him with a quandary of discerning proper trust
   boundaries and self-knowledge of his own growing sanity. The
   torments have lessened through the years yet in moments like
   these, he is uncertain as to his ability for self-control. He
   glares at the fork tines, through the distorted viewer of the
   spoon's mirrored image and for just the briefest of moments, he
   sees the darkest corners of his mind and the echoes grow in
   volume and severity. But soon the pudding arrives and he is
   happy again. It is Banana, his favorite, and once the fork is
   returned to the table, he is once again composed and returned
   back to himself. -Kenneth Udut, asked to write about this so I
   did in a 3 minute burst