Holden's Psychological Report

PSYCHOLOGICAL REPORT

MANHATTAN INSTITUTE FOR THE MENTALLY ILL

Patient: Holden Caulfield

Case No.: 7542

Admission Date: Feb 24, 1956

Date of Report: Feb 26, 1956

The patient, Holden Caulfield, of age 16, has been admitted to this facility by his parents two days ago, for various reasons. He has recently been expelled from his fourth school due to academic failure and lack of interest. He is the middle child of two sons and a daughter. There are no previous records of mentally unstable members of his family, or suicides. The patient is a heavy smoker and an avid drinker. 

Upon interviewing the patient, he recounts his past and how he has led his life to the present day. He speaks in a cynical and jaded voice. Holden finds the hypocrisy and ugliness of the world around him unbearable, or as he frequently mentions "phony", and through his cynicism he attempts to protect himself from the pain caused by the adult world. Two traumas in his past have evidently deeply troubled him: the death of his younger brother Allies due to leukemia, and the suicide of one of his schoolmates. Holden demonstrates complete apathy towards the furious and is unable to connect with other people. He is extremely judgmental of other. He detests those who act in a conventional manner. 

The patient appears to be suffering from a chronic psychotic disturbance, and addiction to smoking. He will be retained in this facility, where he will be abstained from cigarette smoking and under close observation to understand from where this behavior arises. Further weekly interviews are to be held with the patient, in order to see if progress has been made. 

Dr. Medina Meyers

Composition for Stradlater about Allie's Baseball Mit

There once was a boy named Trevor, who had bright red hair and a warm smile, who loved playing baseball. He used a mitt which he owned for several years. Yet this glove was like no other on the planet. Besides being a left-handed glove, Trevor had filled it with poems. The dark brown leather, which was worn, in some of the places, was quenched with green ink. These were written by Trevor so that when he was out in the field and there was nobody up to bat, he would have something to do. He wrote all kinds of poems; love poems, heroic poems, melancholic poems, and blissful poems. Short or long, Trevor's poems came straight from the heart, for he was a very sentimental boy. Trevor has passed away, and now his brother, Tucker, keeps this mitt as his most cherished possession. 

Allie's Obituary

Allie Caulfield, at the young age of 10, died last night, October 6, 1950, at Manhattan Hospital, loosing a battle against leukemia. He was born on June 19, 1940 in Manhattan, New York to Loyd and Linda Caulfield. He was cherished by all, especially by his loving parents and brothers: DB, Holden, and Phoebe. Allie was an extremely intellingent boy and was constantly praised by his teachers. He was a sweet, sensitive boy who always had a broad smile on his face. How could we ever forget that bright red hair and loving personality? Allie was too young to die. But the leukemia was too strong, consuming him, and taking him away. Yet, he will live in our hearts forever, as the boy with the eternal smile. 

Rest in Peace

Letter Phoebe to Holden when comitted to sanitarium

Dear Holden,

I couldn't believe mom when she told me you were sent to a mental hospital last night. I don't understand why, though. Is it just because you got expelled again? I told you dad was going to kill you. But this is too much, it's not like your completely insane. Oh Holden, we should have run away that day in front of the museum. We would be half way across the country by now, but you never listen to me. Now look at the mess you've gotten yourself into. I miss you, Holden. Are they treating you all right over there? I really want to go and visit you, but mom says I should wait a while. What does that mean? How much longer? I miss you. Please Holden, behave well and do what your told for once, so they can send you back home. Do it for me, Holden.

I love you,

Phoebe Caulfield

Personal Incident (Holden's language)

Last summer, I went to a summer school in France, where we were taken to McDonalds twice a week to eat. I didn't ever wanna go to that phony place. I don't like it cause the food ain't that good and it kills me to eat at the same place a lot. I always ended up eatin the same goddam thing, nuggets and fries. Some of the times, if I felt like it, I bought some iceream. One day when I was buying one of them, I told the clerk, in my lousy French, that I wanted one. The thing is, the moron didn't understand a word I was saying to him. I kept pointing at the goddam sign and pronoucing the words real slowly, but he just looked at me like a goddam moron. That killed me. I asked one of the teachers to order it for me. I gave her my dough and she told the clerk EXACTLY what I had told him, but he understood her. THAT KILLED ME! Some people just kill me, for christsake. 

Letter to Holden's Parents from principal of Pencey Prep

To the parents of Holden Caulfield

February 4, 1957

Mr. and Mrs. Caulfield,

It displeases me to inform you that your son, Holden Caulfield, has been expulsed from Pencey Preparatory School. This was due to the fact that he is failing all but one of his classes. He lacks to demonstrate effort and is downright uninterested in what he is offered in class. He is disrespectul to teachers, and is reported of frequently using foul language. He is late to all his classes, or simply decides to not attend them at all. This kind of behavior is not to be tolerated at this prestigous school. Thus, I, as principal of this institute, am sorry to inform you that Holden will have to leave our facilities. He will be departing campus Tuesday night, so you may expect him Wednesday morning. I once again express my apoligies for the despair that this is likely to cause, since Pencey is not the first but the fourth school from which Holden is expelled. I recommend strong disciplinary action against this type of behavior.

Regards,

Dr. Thurmer

Incident with Maurice and Sunny (Holden's point-of-view)

Last night, boy I was drunk as hell, I got back to the hotel after going to a lousy bar to drink some cocktails. I got in the elevator and the moron who operates it asked me if I wanna have a woman sent up to my room. I agreed because I ain't never gotton sexy with a woman before, and this was my chance. I got to my room and a while later she came up. I was thinking she'd be an old lady, but she ain't, she's young, bout my age. Shes got blond hair and her name's Sunny. I ain't know why but after I saw her, I just didn't wanna get sexy with her. I told her I'd pay and all, and she could leave. I gave her the dough, Maurice the elevator guy, had told me, but Sunny kept sayin it was $10 not $5, but I wouldn't give'er a penny more. I lie on the bed thinking how phony the whole situation had been, when someone starts knockin on my door. When I open up, it's Maurice telling me I owe Sunny more dough. I told the sunofabitch I wasn't gonna give him a cent more. Before I know it, the goddam moron has me pinned to the wall and he slugs me in the stomach. Sunny took the dough from my wallet and both of them left me lying there on the floor for christsake! I hate that sonofabitch Maurice!