?Do you want to tell me why you?re here??
Light filled the elegantly appointed treatment room through unshielded windows. The sky was overcast, but bright. Lucy looked out at the damp back garden, birds beginning to emerge after the morning rain, the stone pavers just beginning to dry.
?I don?t really know where to start.?
?What made you make the appointment??
?Another doctor---my friend?s doctor---suggested I might--that I should see someone.?
?Why did the doctor think you needed to see a therapist??
Lucy watched the pencil move as the therapist took notes on a lined yellow pad of paper. ?My friend hasn?t been well.?
?And you?ve been having difficulty with that??
?Yes.?
?What sort of difficulty??
?It?s just--it?s hard. It feels hard.?
?What is it about your friend?s condition that is difficult for you??
Lucy looked out the window again. ?It--? she sighed, ?--it?s hard to see someone you love suffering.?
?Is it a physical condition??
?Mental.?
?I see. Do you feel responsible??
?For his--his situation??
?Yes.?
?No.?
?But it makes you sad to see him.?
?Yes.?
?How often do you see him??
?Every day.?
?Every day??
?Yes.?
?I see.? The pencil moved across the page. ?Can you tell me more about his condition??
Lucy watched. Yellow pencil. Yellow pad. Then she looked out the window.
?Ms. Mitford this might be more effective, more useful to you, if you opened up a bit more. Can you--?
?No, listen. I?m sorry.? Lucy rose. ?I?ll--I?ll pay you for the whole session. Thank you for your time.?
Light filled the elegantly appointed treatment room through unshielded windows. The sky was overcast, but bright. Lucy looked out at the damp back garden, birds beginning to emerge after the morning rain, the stone pavers just beginning to dry.
?I don?t really know where to start.?
?What made you make the appointment??
?Another doctor---my friend?s doctor---suggested I might--that I should see someone.?
?Why did the doctor think you needed to see a therapist??
Lucy watched the pencil move as the therapist took notes on a lined yellow pad of paper. ?My friend hasn?t been well.?
?And you?ve been having difficulty with that??
?Yes.?
?What sort of difficulty??
?It?s just--it?s hard. It feels hard.?
?What is it about your friend?s condition that is difficult for you??
Lucy looked out the window again. ?It--? she sighed, ?--it?s hard to see someone you love suffering.?
?Is it a physical condition??
?Mental.?
?I see. Do you feel responsible??
?For his--his situation??
?Yes.?
?No.?
?But it makes you sad to see him.?
?Yes.?
?How often do you see him??
?Every day.?
?Every day??
?Yes.?
?I see.? The pencil moved across the page. ?Can you tell me more about his condition??
Lucy watched. Yellow pencil. Yellow pad. Then she looked out the window.
?Ms. Mitford this might be more effective, more useful to you, if you opened up a bit more. Can you--?
?No, listen. I?m sorry.? Lucy rose. ?I?ll--I?ll pay you for the whole session. Thank you for your time.?