"Then may I presumptuously ask what happened to leave your personality in its current fragmented state?" Charles asked rather cautiously.
Schiller sighed and said, "The lack of control over personal resources during childhood that you analyzed did exist, but it didn't happen in the orphanage. It happened in the laboratory of the foreign organization that took me away."
"Most of the children taken in by my orphanage had Congenital Diseases. The few healthy children, especially boys, were adopted very quickly."
Charles immediately caught a key point in his words. Raising an eyebrow, he said, "An Eastern country?"
Schiller nodded and continued, "Caring for children with congenital disabilities required tremendous patience, and the pay was very low. Most of the teachers who remained there long-term were very compassionate."
"Apart from a few mischievous children with particularly bad temperaments, most of the children got along fairly well. Material conditions weren't very good, but we managed."
"The children had very few toys, and the orphanage couldn't afford disposable or easily damaged ones. So the most common toys were wooden blocks. They were cheap enough to make by hand and had endless ways to be played with."
"At the time, a game was popular among the children: building block towers as high as possible."
"The teachers seemed to believe that competition and praise for the winners could encourage social interaction, so they often led the children in this game. But because of the social difficulties caused by autism, I almost never participated."
"But repeatedly watching the game still affected me. When I immersed myself in my own world, I began to replicate its form. I started building a High Tower of blocks in my mental world."
"Later, the teachers seemed to think that simply building tall towers wasn't enough to develop the children's intelligence.