Faced with new evidence that cannabis can cause psychosis, should the Government think again about reclassifying it?
MY SON sat with me on a hospital bench outside the hospital canteen. Suddenly, he looked up and said: “Oh, mother, you don’t know how terrible it is to be Hitler.” “You’re not Hitler,” I said. “Your voices are only your own thoughts.” I took his hand. I knew I was doing what the psychiatrists had told me not to do. You are meant neither to contradict their convictions, nor to agree with them. But I knew what I did was right. He looked up. “You really believe that?” “I do,” I said. Then he wept. I put my arms around him, the man who had written to my mother saying I should have a gun put to my forehead and the trigger pulled. He was in better form than he had been. At this moment he was not complaining that the nurses were plotting to kill him. For now, he had stopped showing me the loose floor tiles beneath the handbasin in his washing closet, where he believed they buried the bodies of past patients they had gassed. The nursing staff were endlessly kind and longsuffering for, strange
