12:50 P.M
Second Counseling Session, Dr. Alfred Jones Psychiatry Office November 20
Dr : Just as I am not allowed to explain our previous meeting to your boyfriend, you are not going to know about our previous meeting! So get on with it
but he behaved very well. It was like he thought the meeting was effective a few days ago or something.
M : I don't want to be pessimistic, but I hope his good behavior is not for empathy.
Although he knew what had happened to me, he did not know how or by whom or why! He just knows it's happened and I hope you keep your promiseBecause I hate liars
DR : I remember you said you hate everyone. So why do you categorize them anymore?
He smiles. maybe like the joker cut both sides of his lip so that his smile was big and scary
DR : so , what do you think to start again ?
I want to take note of this meeting.can i ?
I nod slowly.
M : Do you think I'm crazy? All of this happened six years ago and I've been dealing with them all but I'm talking about them again. Maybe I'm really psychotic or something . What is the diagnosis? Schizophrenia? that makes sense. Maybe I'm hallucinating all the way, and I don't even know what it's like, but it only makes more sense.
His smile comes back and he's writing something fast.
DR : You want my opinion?
I nod again.
DR : I think you 're crazy enough to invent a special disease, Murphy disorder .
That sounds fun . One of the first signs is that you always have the illusion of being crazy while you were only hurt and didn't talk to anyone all that time Sometimes the smallest things happen to us, and we don 't talk to anyone Without knowing, our subconsciously falls into our greatest nightmare and ، by our own imagination ، we think we are the most insane .
But let me tell you all the people are Somehow sick! They're just scared to admit it.
I'm trying to understand what he's saying.
I just didn't get hurt and the smallest thing didn't happen to me. Of course, if he considers a death a small thing that will only hurt.
M : I'm dying.
His head is still down.
DR : So? Then why don't you talk about it so you don't feel like dying?
M : No, I mean real death You know? physically.
He frowns
DR : Cancer? MS? hepatitis?
M : AIDS
His skin color became three degrees brighter.
M : After my dad died, the same friend I had told you and I still don't remember his name came home and said that my dad creditors and all those who had lost their money in gambling and had been deprived of payment were finding out he had a daughter and were coming for me.
i dont know why he came to let me know. He didn't even know who I was.
He just knew I lived there for some reason, and maybe he didn't know why, but …
i ran away. i dont know where, i dont know how, but i ended at welfare state . opened my eyes and found myself lying in a white room with a bunch of devices.
One of the nurses told me they found me lying unconscious on the north side of the road. Probably because of a lot of running.
It's like I'm still running to escape any truth of my life.
M : Until a few weeks later, I always had questions about this and that. They all wanted to know where I came from, whether I had parents or not, or what I was doing in the middle of the street.
I hadn't taken anything home with me so I had no identity. They told me I had to answer honestly so they could protect me.
There was a psychologist just like you. He was telling me to talk to him and I don't remember what else besides the bored story of my lifeI said .
Three years later, in our check-up, I was told that I had AIDS and then I left my room with the rest of the kids.some sort of quarantine, but with more convenience.
When people came to adopt the kids, they wouldn't let me out.
They have a separate toilet and bathroom for me and a room under the attic.
I had to eat in the empty hall after the kids.
I don't even know how to let Emilia accept me. I was in the backyard, doing something I couldn't remember right now, and I saw her standing and looking at me.
She was the first person I saw besides the orphanage, and a few months later she took me to herself and promised me not to let anyone know
She chose a dream surname for my nonsense name , and I don't even know how she could quickly match my legal identity.
Now you understand why I hate everything and everyone? Or why am I afraid of talking?Or why should you keep your mouth shut in front of anyone who asks you something?
I hoped he tell me that Iam a psychotic or something, and it was all an illusion, and it wasn't supposed to threaten me everyday and every night.
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Safe Blood | English translation
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