"What's the deal with the assimilating?"
"It's a notion, to some, a controversial one, but one I think is very powerful. It's about acknowledging the strength in your flaws instead of critically assessing them as.. well, as mal-adapative. Everyone has their adaptive glue, their coping skills, and they aren't always healthy. They can be damaging and it depends entirely on what the personal, pain strategy is. But. What I am presenting to you is a way of empowering yourself with the parts of you that might disenfranchising you, instead."
"Jesus christ. You recording this all or sommin? Bit to take in."
Finch cast a wide, understanding smile and glanced over to the stereo system. "If you like, we can do that. I don't often recommend it being that the city has its magic and recordings can be compromising if they were to fall into the wrong hands. But if you wish..."
"Naahh, looks. Go on. So, this whole ideas thing. What were you saying, after the whole glue part?"
"If you're sure. What I am getting back to, about boundaries and behaviour, is that our ideas inform our beliefs and when we change our beliefs about things we can change the way we think about situations, people and more significantly, in this case, ourselves. We can then change our behaviours according. But in all transformation is decay. The chrysalis."
He placed the book down on the table and she sat forward a little more herself to begin flicking through it. Oh my god, this is actually... Persephone Principle? Maybe you should look around, maybe there's a hidden camera.
"Like, okay. You're saying that my behaviours may not be actually bad but that if I try and thought abouts some shiz differently, I wouldn't act the way I am? That kinda on the money, or am I off the betting table?"
"You're on the right track."
"I feel like my synapses just exploded but okay."
Finch laughed again and sat back looking at her for a length of time.
"Can I ask what or whom directed you here? Did your partner advise you to visit, or was it something else?"
"I am seeking answers. Like I says before, I got a ... a situation going on and I am trying to find a way to deal with that and also's, as a part of that...."
He tilted his head and nodded that she go on.
"Ah man, this is hard." She exhaled and rubbed at her temples. "As a part of coming to terms with a larger problem, I wondered if maybe, other stuff, smaller stuff, might be connected. I feels like, maybe, there's a few things at play and also ... I hurt people. And, I feels bad. I love someone and I want to be able to be there for him, too." Roach stiffened and swallowed and closed the book with a sweep of black nails across the cover. "I got this want to take care of him and be stronger. And not be a sucker who can't do nothing for no one, you know, emo-wise. I am getting better at saying no. I quit coke years ago so.." her voice vibrating with tension, "so I know's that it is possible. To... to stop. But this behaviour, these boundaries, it.. it goes back before even the drugs. And it's ambiguous, like the bigger pic, why it's... it's the way it is.."
"Roach, it is hard. I mentioned before the chrysalis, decay, death. When we move forward there is often pain involved. I can't promise you that is will be easy, that you won't feel it is hard in a week or even a year. But at some point it does get easier and you will begin to find that these new beliefs you have about yourself start to filter into your actions and so forth. And you will begin to feel like it isn't hard at all. But the hardest part, the most seemingly insurmountable part, is always, always the first step."
She looked up at him, his words forcing a twinge of a smile to appear.
"You have already taken that. That is the first and greatest hurdle. You realise you have a problem and want to change it. But first, I'm going to help you to recognise it as something else; change the way you see it completely. And, from there, we can move onto other things. I'm going to need to ask you some very personal questions."
"Like what?"
"There's a reason why you are identifying this behaviour as problematic. As hurtful. You are feeling contrite, aware, bothered and that reaction is from a trigger that something isn't sitting right with you, in the very same way as our hand driving back if we get too close to a hot stove." He made the action, throwing his hand back and then changed the pen between them to write down something else she couldn't make out.
"At some point, you weren't recognising this. I want to observe, from you, the history of this behaviour. The times where boundaries were non-existent. Give me an example."
"I cheated on someone and I really hurt him. And, I can't seem to say no even though..." She tattled her fingertips against the book. "Since that, I've ... mucked around."
"Is there a feeling you get when the situation arises and you feel that you can't?"
"No. But.." she was rubbing at her temples the other night.
"I need a break."
Finch placed down the paper, pen and folder and walked over to the water cooler and fetched her small, styrofoam cup of water which he brought back and handed over. She took it in a gulp and placed it down by the book between them on the clear coffee table.
"When you're ready."
"I'm not, Doc."
He nodded a couple times and looked down to the table as he placed the side of a calf over his knee. "Take your time."
They sat in silence as she stared down at her palms. Come on, Lizzie. Quit frakking around. You're here. Make the most of it.
"I had sex the other morning with someone. And, afterwards, for a brief bit? This... " she shook her head again and sat up a bit straighter and clasped her hands. "I felt this thing. This... real icky, icky kind of pit in my stomach. And I..."
He held up a hand. "It's okay. Don't push it. Low volume. You're doing good. You're being honest."
She nodded and sighed.
"Going to hurt, Roach. But sounds like it's another of those hot stove moments."
"That a technical term? Hot stove moments?"
He humoured her. "No, it's not. But it makes it easier for you to follow."
She smirked and looked down at her boots, rubbing the sides of them against one another. "So's, something is telling me that what I'm doing isn't good no more?"
"Conscience. And change. Feelings of being hollow or empty as some describe, come from a feeling of being displaced in some regard. It's a sign from your body as much as it is your mind that it isn't right for you."
"Right."
"But you said, you love someone. And how does it feel with him?"
"Perfect." Immediately, her face lifting and she was smiling. "I mean, it's not like, shiz was bad with this other guy the other morning, mean, guy is hot, got that French accent, daaaaaaamn, and the one I love, it's great, but it's not why it's good with him, you know?"
"Because you love him."
"Yeah. It's different. When we are together, I don't feel bad. Never. He makes me feel so frakking happy." She grit her teeth and looked down, rubbing at her forehead with the heel of a hand.
"I don't want to lose him."
"That's good. But, you're not here for him, Roach. You're here for you. And if you work on you for you it's much more likely to stick. If he were to leave you, for any reason, and you make these changes, you will revert back to your old ways."
She dropped her hand and met his eyes again as he removed his glasses and reached out to move the book closer towards her on the table between them. "Read this. Give it a think but not too hard. Let it sink in. And when you come back, in a couple weeks, we can discuss the parts I'm going to ask you circle and make your own notes on. In your own time, in your own pace."
Taking the book up she sighed again and tapped the cover with her the side of her thumb.
"You said something befores. About, things not being bad. The comfort thing?"
"Yes, and?"
"Sounds like maybe you were ... getting somewheres with that."
"It is a point I will circle back to."
She frowned a touch. "Can I ask something about that?"
"Of course you can. Go ahead." He gave her a warm smile and indicated she go on with a tip of his head.
"That whole Margaret thing. What if I want Hank and Mark, likes, what if that's just me?"
"Maybe that is the case. I can't advise you on your personal morality, Roach. I can help guide you but at the end of the day you need to decide yourself on what beliefs you want for yourself and if the behaviour you exhibit matches that, based upon the feelings in between these things. Good or bad. And likewise, how these thoughts, actions and feelings affect Hank, or Hank and Mark and... what was it, Shirlee, as the case may be."
"But it's not bad, then, to likes... a few peeps?"
Finch smiled a little. "That is up to you to decide. For some people, it isn't bad, for some people, it is. I think, professional speaking, for someone who has boundary issues a few partners is a recipe for disaster, if I can be so frank. But if you are honestly asking me what I think, then, I would not recommend it. At least, not while you are in a period of flux. Of disturbance. But you would need to elucidate on things, this, bigger picture you spoke of and I intend to circle back to that too. Right now, I am trying to establish, with you, and for you, what those boundaries are."
"So's having a few lovers isn't necessarily.. wells, frakked up?"
"There is more to it than that."
"Is there, really?"
"There are behaviours which are... akin to a programming. Something we have experienced that lead us to acting a certain way and there is a belief behind that. That aside, some people can have functional, happy, multi-partner, ethical relationships. But.."
"But what if I really likes all three?"
"You may very well. But if you feel emptiness or discomfort, then it needs to be acknowledged. Roach, I want to help you to start leading an examined life. To help you to better apply meaning to things. You are capable of this; you've told me as much, and for someone that doesn't "talky-talky", you're making plenty of sense. You're articulating some difficult concepts just fine."
"My head hurts."
He looked at her with an expression of mild amusement as he stood and moved to the door. Roach grabbed her hefty purse off the floor and slung its strap over her shoulder while grabbing the book.
"We can leave it for today. Just, it has to be a step at a time. If, morally, you are feeling you have questions, there are resources for that. I can certainly assist you on that basis, however, I feel that one's morals, pertinent to their sexuality or religion, is something that really is personal choice. Someone might advise you on their opinion on either, but it doesn't make it right."
He opened the door and smiled again. "You will find the answers you seek. But you have to have the right tools first, Roach. Perception, attitude, belief they each go into that. Right now, something isn't sitting well with you, so have a read of that book and try and apply the parts you like to what you're experiencing. See if you can find some... parallel." He nodded once and moved with her into the waiting room and rested an elbow on the counter as she paid Rosie.
"Two weeks."
"Alright, Doc."
He grinned at her and turned to head back in. Once she was paid up she walked out into the sun, the door swinging shut behind her.
Rosie looked back at Finch at the exact moment he peered around the door.
"Reckon she will come back, Maynard?"
"She'll be back. There's a light bulb going off."
Rosie smiled sweetly and laughed a little. "There's something going off."
They shared a chuckle. "Every one in a while you get one of those. They can be the sorts that surprise you."
Further on down the street she paused by a bin to toss the book in... when she froze. She looked down at the cover with a grimace, a roll of eyes at that bright blue sky and flicked through it one more time. Then muttered, shoved it back into her bag, turned the corner and walked on, lighting up a smoke.