Post by tyler jack reed on Jan 24, 2015 21:50:14 GMT -5
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TYLER JACK REED
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The waiting area was quiet, the four people sitting in there had spaced themselves out rather well - one in each corner more or less. Tyler was sitting closest to the exit - which seemed fitting if you knew him and his habit of running away from things at all. But today he was not running away from anything, instead he was taking the advice of his cousin and visiting a profession so that he could talk about his issues. Yes, he was waiting to see a therapist. One could see the nervousness that he was feeling on his face, he looked somewhat terrified sitting in the room, like he wanted to get up and run right out that door, but he wasn't going to do that - he had promised his cousin that he would go through with at least one session. He had been sitting there for fifteen minutes before his name was called and he slowly lifted himself from the seat and followed the woman to a room - the door was closed behind him.
"Hi Tyler. I'm Doctor Atkins, but you can call me Nina." The woman said as she gathered a few papers from her desk. "Take a seat and we can begin." She clipped the papers to a clipboard and took a seat on a padded armchair while she indicated to one that looked the same that was positioned opposite the one she was sitting in. "How are you today?" She asked, starting the session.
Tyler was quick to take a seat when she told him to, his nerves were causing him to be rather cooperative - something that he wasn't most of the time. "I'm good." He said while looking around the room but not taking anything he saw in at all - someone could ask him right now what was in the room and he wouldn't be able to answer. Once he was done looking around the room, which really didn't take that long, he let his gaze settle on the therapist - Nina - that was seated in front of him.
"That's great. Now, tell why you're here - you weren't referred by a doctor or anything, unless this paperwork is wrong." She flicked through the papers quickly before letting her gaze fall onto Tyler.
He shifted awkwardly in his seat. This was the part he was the most nervous for and he hadn't expected it to come up so quickly - though when else would it come up, as he was leaving? He quickly scratched his hairline before managing some words. "Well - uh - my cousin thought I should talk to someone about some - uh - things." He shifted again and cleared his throat before going on. "Some people have - uh - told me, and others, that I have some - uh - anger issues." His gaze immediately fell to the floor as he said that last two words. He knew he did but he always shrugged them away, they were nothing and if he continued to simply ignore them then they would go away, because that's how things worked right? "And they also say that I'm anti-social and hard to talk to, I'm distant or something. I don't know." Immediately he went to fix the positioning of the bottom his shirt even though it was fine.
The good doctor nodded as he spoke and took a mental note of all the little things he did. "Do you think you need to talk to someone about these things?" She asked, keeping her eyes fixed on him as she did so.
He opened his mouth to speak but closed it before he said anything. After a few seconds he opened it again but this time something came out. "I - well I mean - maybe. I don't know." Again, if he ignored the problems then they would just go away.
"Okay, tell me about your anger - what sets it off, what calms it down." She took a pen up in her hand and started taking notes.
For a few moments Tyler looked horrified, he didn't want to talk about these things, it was like admitting that these issues actually existed, he didn't want to do that. He was silent for a few more moments before speaking up - as opposed to getting up and walking out the door like he so very much wanted to. "Well - uh - people can set it off. Not everyone but annoying people, getting in my face about - uh - crap. I don't know, I don't really list them." He shook his head softly before tilting his head back and looking at the ceiling for a moment - it was white. It was true, he didn't list the things that could set his anger off - that would be like admitting it existed and we all know how much he wants to do that. But really anything can set him off - the wrong thing being said, being challenged on his opinion, actions or decisions, being pushed to do anything he doesn't want to, and if you say or do anything to hurt his little sister he's going to want to beat your face in with a brick so don't do that.
Nina took a few notes before looking up to speak again herself. "That's okay. Do you know why you get so angry, maybe something in your past the you haven't quite forgotten?"
His eyes were glued to her for a few moments before he closed them most of the way and took in a deep breath. "Something in my past you say." He said, definitely a statement as opposed to a question. He opened his eyes and then his mouth and many words came out. "I don't know which part of my past you could be hinting at. Maybe my mom leaving when I was seven, or the fact that my sister and I were basically tossed between family members until I was sixteen and decided to look after myself because no-one else wanted to. Or maybe all the times I was beaten up in school and then told that I wasn't trying hard enough with anything." He hadn't realised but his voice had been rising slowly as he spoke and his face was showing definite signs of being quite angry. "I just don't like people that much, they haven't been very nice to me over the years. Something in my past alright." Once he had finished he took in a deep breath and closed his eyes before letting the breath out. He sort of wanted to apologise - because he realised that he had risen his voice and get a little angry when he thought about the things that had happened to him over the years.
"Okay." She said as she took a few notes. "Can we talk about your mom for a moment?" She asked, no hesitation to get right into his negative memories.
His eyes opened at the sound of the question. He didn't have many good memories about his mother - he didn't have any really, and he didn't have many good thoughts about her either. "My mother." He said softly, though it sounded forced. "Can we talk about her?" He repeated the doctor's question with a hint of bitterness in his tone. "If you insist, but I can't promise that anything said will be pleasant." He took a deep breath and was silent for a moment, maybe two. "My mother" - the word was said with a lot of bitterness this time - "was never good at being a mother. She was never around, never showed much of an interest in me. But hey that might be because I was just a product of rape - yep just the best thing to find out and from my grandmother too. She always had more time for my sister but she was sort of planned, I think, I don't know. Her leaving was probably the best thing for me really, y'know other than the whole abandonment thing and leaving me to a crappy family." It was clear that he held a lot of anger for his mother.
More notes were taken. "Okay, tell me about the other people in your life." ;Her gaze was on him as she asked, she was ready to listen.
He shook his head slightly. "They're all slightly less annoying than the general public." There weren't really that many people in his life that mattered. There was his cousin and his sister, a few friends and coworkers and that was about it. As you could imagine, friends were hard for him to make.
"So - uh - are you sexually active." It was that damn question that for some reason was always asked and apparently mattered when it came to everything.
For a few moments he kind of just stared at her, he was a little taken aback by the question. But he finally opened his mouth to speak an answer. "Sometimes." It had proven difficult for him to get the female kind to like him because he was hard to talk to and distant. But drunken one night stands were not as uncommon as he liked. Drinking was a big part of him.
With a quick glance at the clock on the wall, Doctor Atkins put a smile on her face and spoke - after taking down some more notes. "I'm sorry but that's all we have time for today. Will I be seeing you next week?" She stood up and put the clipboard down on the desk.
Tyler stood up as well and took a few steps toward the door before pausing and turning to face her. "Uh - yeah sure." Maybe it was going to be good for him to talk to someone about these things. And with those final words he walked out the door, through the waiting room and down the hall in haste.
"Hi Tyler. I'm Doctor Atkins, but you can call me Nina." The woman said as she gathered a few papers from her desk. "Take a seat and we can begin." She clipped the papers to a clipboard and took a seat on a padded armchair while she indicated to one that looked the same that was positioned opposite the one she was sitting in. "How are you today?" She asked, starting the session.
Tyler was quick to take a seat when she told him to, his nerves were causing him to be rather cooperative - something that he wasn't most of the time. "I'm good." He said while looking around the room but not taking anything he saw in at all - someone could ask him right now what was in the room and he wouldn't be able to answer. Once he was done looking around the room, which really didn't take that long, he let his gaze settle on the therapist - Nina - that was seated in front of him.
"That's great. Now, tell why you're here - you weren't referred by a doctor or anything, unless this paperwork is wrong." She flicked through the papers quickly before letting her gaze fall onto Tyler.
He shifted awkwardly in his seat. This was the part he was the most nervous for and he hadn't expected it to come up so quickly - though when else would it come up, as he was leaving? He quickly scratched his hairline before managing some words. "Well - uh - my cousin thought I should talk to someone about some - uh - things." He shifted again and cleared his throat before going on. "Some people have - uh - told me, and others, that I have some - uh - anger issues." His gaze immediately fell to the floor as he said that last two words. He knew he did but he always shrugged them away, they were nothing and if he continued to simply ignore them then they would go away, because that's how things worked right? "And they also say that I'm anti-social and hard to talk to, I'm distant or something. I don't know." Immediately he went to fix the positioning of the bottom his shirt even though it was fine.
The good doctor nodded as he spoke and took a mental note of all the little things he did. "Do you think you need to talk to someone about these things?" She asked, keeping her eyes fixed on him as she did so.
He opened his mouth to speak but closed it before he said anything. After a few seconds he opened it again but this time something came out. "I - well I mean - maybe. I don't know." Again, if he ignored the problems then they would just go away.
"Okay, tell me about your anger - what sets it off, what calms it down." She took a pen up in her hand and started taking notes.
For a few moments Tyler looked horrified, he didn't want to talk about these things, it was like admitting that these issues actually existed, he didn't want to do that. He was silent for a few more moments before speaking up - as opposed to getting up and walking out the door like he so very much wanted to. "Well - uh - people can set it off. Not everyone but annoying people, getting in my face about - uh - crap. I don't know, I don't really list them." He shook his head softly before tilting his head back and looking at the ceiling for a moment - it was white. It was true, he didn't list the things that could set his anger off - that would be like admitting it existed and we all know how much he wants to do that. But really anything can set him off - the wrong thing being said, being challenged on his opinion, actions or decisions, being pushed to do anything he doesn't want to, and if you say or do anything to hurt his little sister he's going to want to beat your face in with a brick so don't do that.
Nina took a few notes before looking up to speak again herself. "That's okay. Do you know why you get so angry, maybe something in your past the you haven't quite forgotten?"
His eyes were glued to her for a few moments before he closed them most of the way and took in a deep breath. "Something in my past you say." He said, definitely a statement as opposed to a question. He opened his eyes and then his mouth and many words came out. "I don't know which part of my past you could be hinting at. Maybe my mom leaving when I was seven, or the fact that my sister and I were basically tossed between family members until I was sixteen and decided to look after myself because no-one else wanted to. Or maybe all the times I was beaten up in school and then told that I wasn't trying hard enough with anything." He hadn't realised but his voice had been rising slowly as he spoke and his face was showing definite signs of being quite angry. "I just don't like people that much, they haven't been very nice to me over the years. Something in my past alright." Once he had finished he took in a deep breath and closed his eyes before letting the breath out. He sort of wanted to apologise - because he realised that he had risen his voice and get a little angry when he thought about the things that had happened to him over the years.
"Okay." She said as she took a few notes. "Can we talk about your mom for a moment?" She asked, no hesitation to get right into his negative memories.
His eyes opened at the sound of the question. He didn't have many good memories about his mother - he didn't have any really, and he didn't have many good thoughts about her either. "My mother." He said softly, though it sounded forced. "Can we talk about her?" He repeated the doctor's question with a hint of bitterness in his tone. "If you insist, but I can't promise that anything said will be pleasant." He took a deep breath and was silent for a moment, maybe two. "My mother" - the word was said with a lot of bitterness this time - "was never good at being a mother. She was never around, never showed much of an interest in me. But hey that might be because I was just a product of rape - yep just the best thing to find out and from my grandmother too. She always had more time for my sister but she was sort of planned, I think, I don't know. Her leaving was probably the best thing for me really, y'know other than the whole abandonment thing and leaving me to a crappy family." It was clear that he held a lot of anger for his mother.
More notes were taken. "Okay, tell me about the other people in your life." ;Her gaze was on him as she asked, she was ready to listen.
He shook his head slightly. "They're all slightly less annoying than the general public." There weren't really that many people in his life that mattered. There was his cousin and his sister, a few friends and coworkers and that was about it. As you could imagine, friends were hard for him to make.
"So - uh - are you sexually active." It was that damn question that for some reason was always asked and apparently mattered when it came to everything.
For a few moments he kind of just stared at her, he was a little taken aback by the question. But he finally opened his mouth to speak an answer. "Sometimes." It had proven difficult for him to get the female kind to like him because he was hard to talk to and distant. But drunken one night stands were not as uncommon as he liked. Drinking was a big part of him.
With a quick glance at the clock on the wall, Doctor Atkins put a smile on her face and spoke - after taking down some more notes. "I'm sorry but that's all we have time for today. Will I be seeing you next week?" She stood up and put the clipboard down on the desk.
Tyler stood up as well and took a few steps toward the door before pausing and turning to face her. "Uh - yeah sure." Maybe it was going to be good for him to talk to someone about these things. And with those final words he walked out the door, through the waiting room and down the hall in haste.
DAN FLINT - LOCAL - WRITTEN BY HAYLEY
