EM: September - Does therapy work?
Yes.
No.
Yes.
Look, I could sit here and go back and forth on this. Does therapy work. Maybe. Depends on the therapist and if you're forced to sit there in front of him while he tries to serve you some kind of weird English tea or he's a twenty-three year old kid who talks like he's still in high school. Gordon was a good therapist. Mostly. He was good in that kind of annoyingly good sort of way and he knew it. I didn't want to be in therapy. Ugh. Anything but sitting down and talking about my feelings about why I took out my gun and shot a couple rounds into a plastic clown on top of an ice cream truck. What? The damn thing wouldn't shut the hell up.
Yeah, yeah he got a few more things out of me than just me having a bad day and the clown happened to get in the way, but that's all falls under patient confidentiality. Except for when English had to give a report to my boss that I was compentent enough to go back on the job. And except when Gabriel reads my mind even though he says it's my own fault for "projecting" my thoughts.
Sweets has taken some weird interest in Temperance's and my working relationship. After we'd been "evaluated" and were determined we were still able to work well together after her fatiher's trial, he still wanted to study us. Why? We're just that interesting, that's why. He's not so bad, I guess. Pretty smart for a kid who graduated and got a job as a psychologist with the FBI before the ripe age of twenty-three.
So, does therapy work? Eh. I'll give it a 50/50 chance.
No.
Yes.
Look, I could sit here and go back and forth on this. Does therapy work. Maybe. Depends on the therapist and if you're forced to sit there in front of him while he tries to serve you some kind of weird English tea or he's a twenty-three year old kid who talks like he's still in high school. Gordon was a good therapist. Mostly. He was good in that kind of annoyingly good sort of way and he knew it. I didn't want to be in therapy. Ugh. Anything but sitting down and talking about my feelings about why I took out my gun and shot a couple rounds into a plastic clown on top of an ice cream truck. What? The damn thing wouldn't shut the hell up.
Yeah, yeah he got a few more things out of me than just me having a bad day and the clown happened to get in the way, but that's all falls under patient confidentiality. Except for when English had to give a report to my boss that I was compentent enough to go back on the job. And except when Gabriel reads my mind even though he says it's my own fault for "projecting" my thoughts.
Sweets has taken some weird interest in Temperance's and my working relationship. After we'd been "evaluated" and were determined we were still able to work well together after her fatiher's trial, he still wanted to study us. Why? We're just that interesting, that's why. He's not so bad, I guess. Pretty smart for a kid who graduated and got a job as a psychologist with the FBI before the ripe age of twenty-three.
So, does therapy work? Eh. I'll give it a 50/50 chance.