What is Reddit's opinion of The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat: And Other Clinical Tales?

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There was an article a while back about a man with a disorder where he thought his wife was his hat. The treating doctor concluded there was no real treatment for his disorder.

Does that lack of treatment mean we should treat his wife as his hat, play along with his delusion to the extent we believe his wife is his hat?

http://www.odysseyeditions.com/EBooks/Oliver-Sacks/The-Man-Who-Mistook-His-Wife-for-a-Hat/Excerpt

>‘I can’t tell you what I find wrong,’ I replied, ‘but I’ll say what I find right. You are a wonderful musician, and music is your life. What I would prescribe, in a case such as yours, is a life which consists entirely of music. Music has been the centre, now make it the whole, of your life.’

>This was four years ago—I never saw him again, but I often wondered about how he apprehended the world, given his strange loss of image, visuality, and the perfect preservation of a great musicality. I think that music, for him, had taken the place of image. He had no body-image, he had body-music: this is why he could move and act as fluently as he did, but came to a total confused stop if the ‘inner music’ stopped. And equally with the outside, the world . . . (Thus, as I learned later from his wife, though he could not recognise his students if they sat still, if they were merely ‘images’, he might suddenly recognise them if they moved. ‘That’s Karl,’ he would cry. ‘I know his movements, his body-music’)

>And this, mercifully, held to the end—for despite the gradual advance of his disease (a massive tumour or degenerative process in the visual parts of his brain) Dr P. lived and taught music to the last days of his life.

The story comes from this book...

http://www.amazon.com/Man-Who-Mistook-His-Wife/dp/1439503052/ref=tmm_hrd_swatch_0

>In his most extraordinary audiobook, “one of the great clinical writers of the twentieth century” (The New York Times) recounts the case histories of patients lost in the bizarre, apparently inescapable world of neurological disorders. Oliver Sacks’s The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat tells the stories of individuals afflicted with fantastic perceptual and intellectual aberrations: patients who have lost their memories and with them the greater part of their pasts; patients no longer able to recognize people and common objects; patients stricken with violent tics and grimaces or who shout involuntary obscenities; patients whose limbs have become alien; patients who have been dismissed as retarded yet are gifted with uncanny artistic or mathematical talents.