Therapy is fun, it’s hard, it’s all of those things, but most of all therapy is rude. I mean, on the part of the patient. More than once I’ve caught myself rambling on and on within seconds of sitting at Dr. Fix’s desk and I stop myself and with meek embarrassment ask, “So… how are you doing today?” because it’s so strange to just sit there going on and on about yourself except it’s not strange at all because you’re paying. And she needs to do something about the hot receptionist because I don’t need to feel inadequate AT the psychiatrist’s office, thanks. Someone more homely please. Be considerate. Break the cycle!
It says that, “Break the Cycle,” on stationary all over the office. It’s lame but amusing. I had to bite my tongue when I saw some slogan or another writ around my therapist’s mug. Okay I get it. I know why I’m here, you know why I’m here, and it’s not to read an overused platitude stenciled down the side of your ink pen. So please put that already, and also put away the cheap plastic model of a bifurcated brain. It doesn't make me trust you more, it doesn't make me more comfortable. I just feel patronized and babied and that takes us right back to square one. Break that cycle.
She’s a nice lady though, Dr. Fix.
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