October 19, 2011
I am becoming increasingly worried about Sherlock. Today he "saw" Molly again (the fifth time this month). I won't mention any of this to Mycroft (if he doesn't know already), but I might eventually if Sherlock continues to pull stunts like this. But, I'm worried about Sherlock more than usual. He didn't cry at Molly's funeral or since, but I'm not really surprised. Honestly, I would be more surprised and worried if Sherlock really did cry, so just forget what I said before.
But—but this is just unnerving. Today, when we were following a trail of a murder victim, he ran off because he "saw Molly". He chased after this "phantom" for almost three miles before he reached the docks, defeated and exhausted. When he saw me, he ran off once more—with a hurt look—and when I finally found him again, he was in a coffee shop (looking like he did before he ran off—cool, collective, and arrogant), where he gave a snide remark about how I needed to "keep up" with him or else he would just get a dog. I brought him some coffee before I knocked his teeth out and when I came back, he was unusually quiet. After our little "coffee break"—that was filled with awkward silence—we got back on the trail and, later that evening, found her murderer. It was her co-worker, Stanley Lincoln...
John was writing in the journal that he kept specifically about Sherlock and his "illnesses". He showed it to no one—especially not Mycroft—and wasn't entirely sure if even Sherlock knew about it. It contained his personal thoughts of Sherlock and of his analyses of him. Such as,
September 3, 2010: Bi-polar: after telling a calm Sherlock that there was no milk for his tea, he threw a tantrum. November 7, 2010: Tourette's: The left side of Sherlock's face kept twitching—he told me he was winking ("Winking at what? The dead body? Anderson?") —and he kept yelling out vulgar words (well—at Anderson, which is understandable). December 20, 2010: Schizophrenia: Sherlock was moving his lips today and, occasionally, I heard a low inaudible voice coming from his direction. When I left to get some milk, before I left for the holidays, he told me to get some biscuits for his tea party. I simply told him "Sure", and got out of there as quick as I could. January 22, 2011: Asperger syndrome: I had coffee today with an American mate of mine, who was at a psychiatrist conference in London, where she told me about a fellow classmate who might have Asperger; he has significant difficulties in social interaction, along with restricted and repetitive patterns of behavior and interests. The comparison is startling.
November 19, 2011
Today, Sherlock watched a documentary about cats. The whole thing without saying a word completely absorbed. Not even the sight of me silently cleaning the kitchen knocked him out of his haze. After the documentary was done, Sherlock said "Hm, I can see why she liked them" and went out for some milk, which he drank out of a bowl when he came home. I'm glad that I went out with Sarah before he began to rub up against my leg. Reminder: buy a scratching post.