Charles Muley, A Therapist's journal Page #2
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CHARLES. My jaw drops to hear her say such fiction, and believe it.
SHAWNITA:
“So there's this connection. For example, I think about capitalism and put it say the supermarket, say loreal, Kay diamond, or Alexis shopping center, and I close my eyes and concentrate, and the Alexis Nihon shop is burning,” She laughs guilty of her fire and mental complex.
CHARLES:
“Don’t you think it is a coincidence that these fires start? You are just tricking your brain into thinking these fires are your actions. Or is it more of a commission?” I argue.
SHAWNITA:
“My what?”
CHARLES:
“That you're responsible for the fires or are voices telling you to do so,” I restate to her
CHARLES:
I thought of something else to persuade her, so I say, “Anyone can turn on the TV, switch news channels until one is about the latest fire blowing up.”
SHAWNITA:
“No, you see, I think about place first.”
THIRD SESSION. CHANGE SCENE
Her name in the client file reads her name is Estella Kamila Kimberly. It has her guarding officer as her potential benevolent figure because of the inadequacy of her parents.
KAMILA:
“I‘ll go out to PE class which sucks because it is my first class of the day. I walk and put my head down because I think people are watching and gossiping about me. I just feel like the whole class is against me. I feel like there are voices murmuring about me. I think about killing myself many times. I take a blade and slice it down my wrist.”
CHARLES:
“So people scare you because you're afraid they will dislike you. The need for acceptance.”
She is still and silent.
CHARLES:
“OK, let's start with removing all sharp objects until we can fully resolve this. I will have the police confiscate all rubber bands or any sort of bracelet. Also, buy plastic forks.”
CHARLES CONTINUED
“The court has a police officer that checks up on you. I will call her to do this.”
CHANGE SCENE.4RTH SESSION. TWEEN SESSION
A thirteen-year-old boy in middle school, freckles, zits, glasses, and a dome-shaped haircut of a male Maltese. He walked timidly, looking at the ground. His mother sits next to him as we speak. His father and mother are beside him. His father: a donkey haircut, dress shirt, and shorts. His mother is overweight, but with minor jewelry and loose pants with a jersey.
CHARLES:
“What's your name?
CHARLES:
“ I am only here because I am forced to."
TWEEN'S MOTHER
The mother tells me more,” He screams and shouts a lot, very good at slamming doors. “
CHARLES:
I say, “We are going to have a sit down every week, once a day, okay. I want him to have a clock for 60min every hour. When it rings, he will get chips."
TWEEN'S SESSION CONT.
I tumble through my equipment of boxes of therapeutic toys, board games, etcetera. The boxes have poker table chips.
CHARLES:
"We will use these to exchange goods and accommodations for his life. For example, 50 means going outside. 20, his favorite toy. I want you as a family to set up his routine and what amount correlates to what. okay."
Charles stands up, slouching over to them this:
CHARLES:
"When we see ourselves next week, Please give me your observations. Take a poster paper and make a chart of all the positive reinforcers. Write a column of what he likes to watch. Especially his favorite portions."
INT:
FRONT OFFICE SPACE AND WAITING LOUNGE OF HUMAN RESOURCES CENTER BUILDING.CHARLES (V.O)
Well, my seven patients a day soon changed when Leaorine Bridges applied to my counseling. She walked up to my front desk with signed papers in hand when I assisted her with the enrollment.
In our first session, she arrived late, 10 minutes. She was of blonde hair, face shaped like a piece of jewelry or a glass lighting pendant. Eyes of clarity of an everyday intelligent woman living in a less than intelligent world. Out of place. She smiled and gave a small wave.
LEAORINE:
“I’m sorry I’m late. I had to drop off my kid at school,“ she said.
CUT TO SCENE. INT: CHARLES' SESSION THERAPY LOUNGE
She had a soft tone of voice. I thought to myself, maybe this was a mistake, She seems perfectly normal and sane.
CHARLES:
“Are you sure this is the right choice for you, I mean, (chuckle) you look fine, “ I said with a small hand motion.
She leaned back in her chair, in ease as no one is in this place.
LEAORINE:
“I suppose, I am not on the inside, gosh, you should have seen me a few years back. I’ve been diagnosed as a manic depressive, with reason. Been told I have deep unresolved relationship conflicts with my father, sure, yeah,” she says this part with assurance, “but I doubt I’ll go out with the intention to kill someone again. Everyone has their dark days. I think if your dad beats you routinely wanting to ax their face in is at least an understandable thing to do.”
There was something about her that is buoyant silliness, as a theatre actress would be scared on stage, yet decided to smile.
CHARLES (V.O)
I felt a feeling of relief from talking to the other 7 clients whose self-absorbed and pessimistic selves rage out to you. After these two long years of whining, I was finally set to a little harmless repartee.
LEAORINE SESSION CONT.
I write in my notebook. THE CAMERA CUTS TO A PAGE IN IT:
Father issues
Relationship struggles?
CHARLES. I look up from writing and say,
“Would you like to talk about your father?”
LEAORINE:
“Ah, well he fought in the war, I don’t know his PTSD? His personality would clash with mine.”
After a pause of her recollecting, she continues:
LEAORINE:
“He would leave me with my kid, and come back out of the blue after a year, with other men, dressed with guns, and storm our house. And they would tear the place apart. After he finds his stash of money on the rooftops of several houses abandoned, I am left with nothing, no cash. However, I have learned to keep an open separate account. You bring your passport, driver’s license, state identification card, birth certificate, or Social Security card. Some banks will allow you to provide one form of identification and a bill addressed to you. Banks also require a minimum opening deposit. And so on. Now, it's not his right, so the next year, if he suddenly steps on the front door, I have his money at the house I won't be in. He pays it. I stay at an apartment, and Chloe stays in daycare.”
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