The Therapy Session

So here I go my boss & I on our way back to “The Room”. She said, “Hi, I’m Joan.” I said hi. She asked, “So what brings you here tonight.” It was 7:00 at night. I said, “My boss, Margaret, made me come here.” “And why did she make you come here?” “Because my job, my life & whatever else is just going downhill.” “Why is it going downhill?” “I don’t know, I’m just unhappy with everything, I hate my boyfriend & I hate myself.” “Why do you hate yourself?” “I hate my body & my boyfriend touching me. I don’t want anyone touching me.” She asked, “Have you ever been sexually abused?” “WHY?” I said very loudly. “Because you sound like someone who has been sexually abused.” “Maybe,” I said. “Who did this to you?” I said, “My father did some stuff to me and stuff like that & I DO NOT want to talk about it!!!!!” Margaret starts to cry. I said to her, “Why are you crying, if you are crying over me please don’t, because I’m not worth crying over.” Margaret says, “That’s not true you are worth it, & I’m sorry I never knew that your father sexually abused you.” Joan asked, “Why don’t you think you’re not worth it?” “Because I’m an idiot, I’m stupid, I’m dumb, I’m a jerk & an over all fuck up, I just want to end my life, I don’t want to live anymore, my life is worthless.” Joan says, “Do you have a plan?” I said, “Well, I went to the Stationary Store & bought a Will & my boyfriend has a gun at home.” Joan says, “That’s where you live with your boyfriend & he has a gun in the house that you can get to?” “Yes”, I said. Joan said, Excuse me for a minute I’ll be right back.”