Friday, December 15, 2006

Rolling and Tumbling lives

1.

My four o'clock appointment was happy because all of her sons were home. The middle son has been out of juvey for three weeks and has learned some respect. The older one is only drinking heavy on weekends. The woman who picks him up and takes him to work comes in to bed with him each morning as a way to perk-up the day. The sound of it grosses out he youngest kid who has not left for school, but in the evening all his calm. She is down to three shots of tequila a night. She says it's better than any anti-depressant, and she's tried them all.

My five o'clock appointment comes from the bankruptcy negotiations that his firm and the acquiring firm need about ten lawyers to even begin. He is afraid that he will loose both his wife and his girlfriend when most of the money is gone. He is up to five shots of facy Scotch each night.

My six o'clock is feeling better. He has been totally honest and totally descriptive about his extra- curricular sexual encounters and his adventures in pornland. The more he describes the terrible, hurtful and slightly perverted things he did the more his wife get turned on and attracted to him. It seems that the problems will be resolved, at least in the short run. Sometimes crisis leads to growth.

The seven o'clock is simple. He is beginning to eat again. Two months ago he alomst choked on a scallop that slipped into his wind-pipe. Since then he has been afraid to put anything in his mouth. He has lost twelve pounds. I don't know if I should finish the de-sensitization process, or wait until he looses another ten pounds.

Then I come home and my house if full of relatives since one has left her husband and had him arrested. There are babies, and sisters, and brother-in-laws and daughters, all being supportive and telling all kinds of stories. I would like to tell her exactly how it will play out and help her skip all the steps that I know she will have to go through, but I know it doesn't work taht way, and also, I'm just a therapist and no one listens to me. Everyone else has real jobs.


2. Awhile ago I mentioned that I was involved with doctors. For now I can only, again, quote Leonard:

My friends are gone
And my head is gray
I ache in the places that I used to play
And I'm crazy for love,
But I'm not comin' on,
I'm just paying my rent everyday
in the Tower of Song ....

4 comments:

skinnylittleblonde said...

Oh My....Life Happens, huh?
I know with all the wonderful love & support your family has that your daughter will succeed. Even though you are a therapist & 'everyone else has real jobs,' you are also a father & when the time is right you'll be there for her, as only a father truly can. P&L to you this holiday season.

Amanda said...

So how do you keep your sanity? :)

Anonymous said...

Hey Therapist,

What are your thoughts (for or against) a medicated society?

TLC

Rossweisse said...

Isn't life interesting, and complex! I just found your blog and am cruising the archives - good stuff. As a fellow Cohen fan, "I've been where you're hanging/I think I can see how you're pinned" comes to mind.