Stories tagged “therapy”
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Surgery
As I went under the knife and the glowing helmet to complete my cosmetic surgery,gene therapy, memory altering, I wondered if it was really worth it. The answer was yes. Anything to start afresh. Anything to forget what I’ve done.
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Helping Hans
He was a bully from the time he was in kindergarten, so everyone who knew Hans was shocked that he’d entered a helping profession. But, as it turned out, his appetite for the suffering of others was pretty much satisfied by listening to his patie...
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Reptilotherapy
I don’t usually accept clients without a referral, but my next client slipped in. “Mr. Snake?” “Yesss.” “Please, this way.” I had never treated a snake before, but ethically, I couldn’t refuse. His prese...
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That song
But it did come to an end. A thrashing, broken end. Isn’t it interesting that hearing the song, that song, conjured up those two memories. In one, I’m carefree, enveloped in friendship’s accepting embrace. I’m lost in the beat a...
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The first therapy appointment after
I sat across my music therapist. Usually, this is supposed to help me socialize, and ironically, think of things other than music. Today, it was to help me cope with your death. My therapist was trying to get me to socialize with him. He was utterly fa...
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Hypnotic
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Dr. Stanfield asked Daniel. Daniel nodded yes as he sat in Dr. Stanfields office. “I know this is going to be difficult for you, so we will take it slow okay?” Dr. Stanfield is Daniel LongR...
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Clean
With a drenched loofah cupped in her left hand, Bella scrubbed pink lines all over her body. Nearly scrapping the hair right off her arms with repetitive sways of the wrist, she makes pink valleys go red. “Soap and water just won’t do it...
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Progress or Pause
“I fail to see your point.” Dr. Sauvage, in turn, failed to suppress her sigh, “Keeping your eyes closed is just another way of avoiding reality, isn’t it, Mr. Penz?” No reply came. The small office seemed to pulsate with ...
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Teenagers
I hate therapy. It’s for psychopaths and emotionally compormised losers. I am neither of those. I’m just a teenager. And teenagers do stupid things. Stupid things like skipping school, spraypainting buildings, smashing mailboxes, and drivi...
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What Would I Do Without Ficly?
Wallowing in a tortured storm of angst, I incompetently balanced backpack, cooler, and jacket while trying to extricate the front door key from the recesses of my jeans pocket. In the end I kicked the door, rattling the entire structure loudly enough f...
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freaks on Friday
My roommate Megan got arrested at a library. -Cigarette, Cigarette. Meds. I have to hand Amber from staff a razor with pubic hair still lodged in it over the shower door while I’m naked and wet. -Cigarette. CLEANING YOUR LIVING SPACE TWICE A DAY ...
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freaks on Friday
My roommate Megan got arrested at a library. -Cigarette, Cigarette. Meds. I have to hand Amber from staff a razor with pubic hair still lodged in it over the shower door while I’m naked and wet. -Cigarette. CLEANING YOUR LIVING SPACE TWICE A DAY PROM...
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Inside Out
“Listen to me carefully, David. Nothing can control your life. It’s your choices that make you who you are.” The therapist said these words with the faux intensity that you normally associate with radio fund drives. In response, I ess...
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Therapy, Thoughts, and Endorphines
Snow drifts slowly down from a dark sky. Streetlights provide secluded illumination and bare trees stand silent on the calm night. The snow stifles all sound in the world, as if it were trapped behind a glass wall. Breath condenses around me in a silve...
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A Session With Dr. Clark
“Alright Alice, be a good girl and calm down now. Everything will be splendid, it just takes time.” Dr. Clark’s steady voice reaches Alice’s ears and she gives a sigh of resignation. The doctor’s face says they have done t...