The Shrink (587 hits)
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Submitted by engine13 (View user info) at 2005-05-20 19:40:59 EDT
It is the day of the appointment. I've known about it now for a week or so, dreading the day. I don't feel it's necessary but for some reason I am still here. The disadvantages of being a minor I suppose. Not that I don't think I have problems, just that I don't think they are any different than most other people's. In fact, I know people with much worse things to worry about than me. So, I guess dread is too strong a word. I just knew it was going to be a fucking pain in the ass. Play the game, pretend you care, tell her what she wants and needs to hear, make her feel like she has healed you. I had decided this would be the path, so I was trying to get into the mood. Right now that involved being an intrepid teenager with an attitude.
In typical fashion I have scoped out the address and building beforehand so I don't waste time trying to find it later and end up late to the appointment. My first thought at seeing the building was fuck it's right off the main road, everyone's going to see my car.
I also don't want to be too early on the chance that someone will see me in the waiting room. I forget that I will most definitely see the person whose appointment was previous exit the room.
Living in a small town word gets around easily. Sometimes people know what you are doing Friday night before you do. I wonder who will see my car parked at the building. Will they know why I am here? Staying in character I say fuck it, I'll just blame my mother, it's not like I made the appointment.
The office is on the second story through a main foyer and up some old rickety steps that smell and look like way too much coffee and dirt has been spilt there. As I make my way down the dark hallway I see her sign hanging on a door to the left. I push my way inside to the waiting room. This is a small room containing a few chairs, a bunch of old magazines, and requisite flowers. Flowers to brighten up the room, right? Sure, like anybody waiting here is going to feel better looking at some flowers. Why the hell would I be sitting here waiting to pay this woman $100 an hour if flowers could cheer me up.
As I sit and wait I can hear tones of conversation from within her office. The deep baritone of a man's voice talks almost constantly until it is interrupted by a much higher voice. The voices pause, then I recognize the sounds of goodbye conversation. I hear footsteps approaching the door and watch out of the corner of my eye as the man walks out. As he leaves we are both careful not to look directly at each other.
The door is left ajar and the woman beckons for me to enter. As I walk into her office the first thing I notice is the smell. It isn't quite the sterile doctor's office smell I am used to. The second thing I notice is the reason for the smell. Across from the door, sitting on the couch is a rather large German Shepard. His black eyes glance towards me briefly then he returns to his lounging posture. Slightly surprised I take a step back.
She calls to me "You must be Jane. It's okay, come on in."
I slowly re-enter and turn to my left. Sitting in a large brown office chair is what appears to be a forty plus aged woman dressed up as an eight year old school girl. She is wearing pink slipper type shoes with cute little bows on them, a knee length plaid skirt, and a short sleeved white blouse with some ruffles around the collar. Her shoulder length practical bob brown hair even has bows in it.
"I'm Kathleen; it's nice to meet you. Sit wherever you feel comfortable." she says.
I glance back to the sitting area. Scanning left to right: the dog still lounging on the couch, a square end table set in the corner flowers and tissue sitting on it, and one chair on the other side of the table. I look at the arrangement then toward her with what I hope is a confused look, and not the What The Fuck feeling I am masking.
"Oh, just scoot him off - he's harmless."
Great, so dog hair covered couch and lifelong enemy for stealing his seat or chair next to lounging dog. Damn, I sure do feel comfortable. I opt for lifelong enemy. If some dog is going to witness this farce at least he should do it from the floor and not eye level. As he ambles off the couch and towards his spot in the adjacent corner of the room I try to decide if I am meant to lie down or not. I've never done this sort of thing before and in all the movies they lie down and just start talking about their mothers, right? I opt to sit, or perch precariously, on the edge of the couch. As I sit down they both stare at me.
The dog and Kathleen.
"So, your mother tells me you are having some problems. Tell me, why do you think you are here?" she inquires.
And so it begins.
User Reviews
Submitted by mrwolf (user info) at 2005-05-21 10:33:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'd love to see a therapist. I got a few things I'd like to get off my chest and it would be nice to have someone explain to me why things piss me off so bad.
Submitted by BlueHairedGirl (user info) at 2005-05-21 10:25:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-05-20 21:08:13 (#)
Ranking: 2
She's gonna need therapy for her therapy.
Submitted by YELLOW-MAN (user info) at 2005-05-21 09:50:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by mysterious.adventure (user info) at 2005-05-20 21:43:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
When I was in highschool my dad had me see a therapist. A couple of times I saw the patient whos appointment was before me: the very obese girl that everyone had picked on since elementary school.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-05-20 21:08:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
She's gonna need therapy for her therapy.
Submitted by MickGinny (user info) at 2005-05-20 20:32:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Submitted by knucklesnelson (user info) at 2005-05-20 19:48:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
damn its lunchtime later niggas
Submitted by knucklesnelson (user info) at 2005-05-20 19:46:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Hey jonnyX hows my alter today?
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-05-20 19:44:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
"Well, Doctor, it seems that I'm quite the nympho, and I've been having strange urges towards dogs lately for some unknown reason, and, um, urkkkk NOOOOOOOOO MUST HAVE THE DOGGIE PENOS NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Submitted by knucklesnelson (user info) at 2005-05-20 19:44:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
all that therapy shit is bullshit. My therapy comes in a ziploc bag, I dont gotta pay an office fee. I just roll it up and let the shit handle itself.