Dancy's just passing through the main room, with her daily ration of apples and cheese, when she spies the notice. She'll grumble a bit at the sight of it and start to slink away from it.
"Don't trust psyches: they take hard things and make them worse," she grumbles, her reddish eyes wary, not so much deer in the headlights, as bird suspecting a cat.
"You could call it that..." she says, relenting a bit, but still suspicious. "You promise you won't tell me I'm just crazy and made it all up? Because I know the things I saw, even if the dumb psyches at the state nut house said I was 'delusional'," she says, making air quotes with her index fingers, hands down by her waist.
She'll let Carol's hand go gently, almost with a hint of relief. At least she's not making a move to escape, but she's still not entirely at ease, though just enough to tell her story
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Well, that sounds like a severe case of schyzophrenia, with murdering hallucinations to boot. "I'm very sorry you had such a terrible experience," Helen says very gently. "Would you like to come see me, sometimes, to talk about it?"
That's all she can offer - and keeping the crazies under wraps is, well, difficult, but necessary, she thinks.
"Don't really need to talk about it, but it helps to have someone listen, I guess," she admits. There's a note of ...less than trust, but something like acceptance. She's shared so much already, and she hasn't fallen into the usual cliches, she feels as if she owes this woman a certain amount of confidence.
"I can come by, every now and then, I guess. Just... don't ask me to take pills, okay? Hate the side-effects. Made me queazy all the time," she says. And she might realize that Carol has slipped away. She might look around a bit concerned now. "Had to be somewhere else, I guess," she notes.
"Nearest thing to one: haven't made friends easily. Most people get weirded out by me," she admits. "Had more luck here, at least. This place makes me look normal," she adds, with a wry smirk.
"Works for me: you're kind, better than most of the shrinks I've met," she says; and coming from someone as reticent and guarded as she is, this is a huge vote of confidence. "I'll be back here. Same time?"
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“It sounds as though you've had a terrible experience,” she says gently. “Would you like to talk about it?”
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Meanwhile, Carol is gently letting go Dancy's hand.
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That's all she can offer - and keeping the crazies under wraps is, well, difficult, but necessary, she thinks.
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Meanwhile, the other woman might be gently slipping away.
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Are you ready to wrap it up?
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Ready when you are!
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She glances at the time, and says, "But I'm so sorry - my next appointment is due anytime, now. Will I see you tomorrow?"
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On yours?
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Finally. A pysche who doesn't make snap judgments. She could get used to this.
FTB!
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