So I told you more information would come on what happened to Dear Therapist and me… and here it is. When I went to her lately, it was to confront her with her oath-breach and her behavior towards me, and I intended to scare the hell out of her as a form of revenge.
Of course, there are many ways of scaring people… I like them best as I like my outfits: subtly provocative. I believe that when someone is already in the right mindset, there isn’t much needed to get him into assumptions. A push is all it takes. I am a woman, so this pushing is mostly done with… clothing. And I know that must sound horribly superficial but… “surprise!” I actually am. The outfit pictured is approximately what I was wearing on the consult. Add black hold-up stockings, silver-rimmed glasses, a tight bun and an icy glare and you know what I looked like.
Now, when I entered she was already nervous. She always begins her consults in the same way, she says “I give you the word” as a way to start the conversation. I answered her this time “You can get that right back from me. I would really like you to talk to me this session.” All without raising my voice; I imitated her professional facade. I mirrored her behavior. And I stared at her, a slight smile on my lips while she started explaining. She started very confident, a bit over-confident even, but my small insertions in her explanation (no more than a phrase at the time, I swear!) completely caught her off guard, causing her to lose track of what she was saying not once but twice!
That continued for a while, until she was cursing at me, fuddling her hands and feet, leaning towards me in her chair, her voice broken. She started saying that “if I would cross the line and she wouldn’t have done something about that, she could close her goddamn practice” and then that she is “the main provider for her family”, that she has three kids, a husband, people who count on her to put bread on the table, people she cares for, and that she knows I goddamn can’t understand it but she has a responsibility towards the world and the people she loves… It was whole rant and I found it delightful. RIP Stoic Therapist, I’d say. She showed me the person underneath the profession.
I ended the conversation with “Have I touched your limits, Dear Therapist”? I didn’t even attempt to mask my unholy glee anymore. She stared at me with… I don’t know what it was. Something between fear and disgust. Very enticing, I might add. When we shook hands I felt hers were all sweaty and trembling.
I thought that was it for my pleasure, but no. Yesterday I happened to be in a psychiatrist’s practice, and it is an old building, thin walls and stuff. And I’m an eavesdropper, I admit. So I was listening to what was being said, and I had to smirk, thinking that apparently I’m not the only creepy woman causing others moral trouble… and then the door of the practice opened and who leaves there, after shaking hands with the doctor and agreeing on a new hour for consultation? Dear Therapist. I think that is what one calls a full-blown success…
Love and chaos, QP
You must love the Hannibal Lecter character
You read my mind xD
Have you seen Good Will Hunting?
Parts of it in Ethics Class for some reason… I remember it was about a guy who solved ridiculously hard math problems anonymously and then made enemies/friends with a professor… Or something like that, the details escape me completely.
You should make an effort to watch it.
If you think I’d like it, I will… I’m always eager to discover new movies to add to my ever-extending list…
(By the way, finally watched “The Crow” and I found Experiment Nr. 7 looks a whole lot like Top-Dollar…)
lol, looks like you really make your therapists earn their salary. I thought all they did was sit back and listen to problems…easy money. Glad you are making them work…lol
Ah well… She was the most stoic therapist your an imagine, she barely said a word and always let me do the talking xD
I guess I got back at her…
lol, maybe you should be a therapist. You figure it takes one to understand one, right? 🙂
Who knows… But I would find too much amusement in mindfucking my patients to actually help them…
look on the bright side. You’ll get paid very well, and you’ll realize how normal you are compared to whats out there 🙂 Besides, you cant do any worse than just sitting there, doing nothing, and letting the patient do all the talking…lol
I think the mindfucking IS the bright side… although money comes in handy too of course xD
There you go 🙂 Post your craigslist ad…lol
I couldnt help but smile while I read this. Very neat but also not so professional on her part. Btw love that dress it seems simple but fitted that would show all the right curves 🙂
I liked it from the moment I saw it and loved it from the moment I put it on… Karen Miller has great clothes 😀
And yeah, I smiled as well… It’s strange how easy people can be manipulated…