Excerpt from The Boy Who Was Raised as a Dog
When I saw Justin, I knew this case was going to be different. I needed to know more about him before I could approach him. I took his chart, went back to the nurses' station and read his old records, occasionally glancing over to watch him rock with his knees up by his chin, his arms around his legs. He was humming or moaning to himself, and every few minutes he would let out a loud angry-sounding shriek. The PICU staff had become used to this; no one even glanced his way anymore.
As I read through his records, it became clear that Justin's early life had not been normal. Justin's mother was a 15-year-old girl who left him with her own mother permanently when he was two months old. Justin's grandmother, by all accounts, was a kind-hearted, nurturing woman who adored her grandchild. Unfortunately, she was also morbidly obese and had related health problems that made her very ill. When Justin was about 11 months old, she was hospitalized and died several weeks later.