My little brother has just woken up. He is seven years old. Looking around himself unconsciously, he seems searching for something. My sister who is still up asked him in astonishment, “what are you looking for?” “I’m looking for my hand” he said. “Where is my hand?” he repeatedly asked though my sister tries to calm him down. She showed him his hand and let him touch it. Without smiling that he still has two hands, he sleeps.
This is what it means to be psychologically damaged