"Hannibal, may we actually speak about something repressed in this session?"
"Of course Will, what would you like to discuss."
"It pertains to my mother."
"Ah yes, I've noticed that you don't speak much about her."
"When I was 12 years old my mother sort of…well ran away. Father told me that she just needed time to relax. He convinced me that she went off on vacation somewhere, except she didn't. It wasn't until later that I realized that she left because of me. Did you know that 50% of married couples with an autistic child end up having a divorce?"
"Yes Will I am well aware. The stress and tragedy becomes too much and in most cases the father walks out."
"Well Dr. Lecter, I am not most cases. Am I?
"I suppose not. Go on Will." He shifts slightly in his seat showing no change in composure.
"I was 12 years old and she left. She had nowhere to go. No other family. She decided that her life situation with me was worse than having to be alone and starting over. Humans crave interaction with others, do they not? We are naturally social creatures and she decided that I wasn't worth of her time. I was not a bad kid. I was high functioning. I excelled in school. I had no underlying behavioral disorder. I didn't have many friends but it never interfered with my life. I didn't feel that my childhood was excessively abnormal. But my mother was fixated with the idea that other parents pitied her and looked down upon her. She didn't see me as normal. Every action I did, or word I said was wrong and only wrong because I had an illness that was classified in the DSM."
"I am sure your mother loved you. It is a maternal instinct for a female to love and innately care for her young"
"Then clearly you haven't read up on abandoned baby syndrome, Dr. Lecter. I have ran at least 172 scenarios in my head, analyzing and picking apart everything she did and any possible reason for her to walk out. Our family was financially stable. The mortgage on the house was paid off. My parents never fought and there was no sign of any sort of dispute. We had no ailing family members. My parents always loved each other and they always at least tried to love me."