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| Psych File- Part One,; His First Meeting... | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 15 2010, 03:09 AM (72 Views) | |
| The Psych Files | Jan 15 2010, 03:09 AM Post #1 |
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This is a psychiatrist’s recount of interactions with a young subject. November 13th 2002 I remember the first time I saw her, she was different to all the others I’d seen- sitting back in that chair at the police station- apparently she’d been a tough nut to crack so they called me in, I had been doing psych work for many a year, a good majority of those years I worked with the juvenile system, hoping to stop these self-destructive kids before they implode and take people around them with them into that ever-lasting pit of despair. She immediately struck me as troublesome, her looks alone screamed dangerous but I guess that was part of her mystery- there was an undeniable intensity yet a cool, calmness... All this for someone who was only 14. As I stared through the one way window, I prepared myself mentally - I’d dealt with troubled kids before but usually even the toughest would be starting to break- however she seemed to relish the experience. I headed for the room, flanked by a police officer- I politely told the officer I wouldn’t be requiring his presence- it tended to deter the subject, but he insisted and so I allowed him to join me- the sound of the door seemed to alert her, those cool blue-green eyes followed me like trained lasers, boring a hole through my forehead- I smiled at her trying to be friendly, she flicked her dark locks before returning the smile half-heartedly. I had pulled her juvenile, school and social services records before coming here- trying to get a sense of what I’d be getting into- I guess that didn’t help me in the end, but at that point I was still naive, I thought I was just dealing with some mischievous attention seeker... I was wrong. Her school records showed her to be smart, she excelled but had trouble socialising- constantly truant, it seems her mind tended to wander from school matters- her intelligence appeared to lie beyond books and notes, hers was as I liked to call- a practical intelligence. I sat across from her, hell at that stage I dwarfed her- she was small for her age, I hadn’t seen her stand but she appeared to be about 5’2, built slightly- like a twig, however from experience I knew looks could be deceiving- she was here cause she apparently broke the nose of a female class mate, I guess that explained the blood stains on her school shirt. I started to make small talk, trying to get some personal insight into the young lady seated before me- she engaged in my small talk, giving me enough information to make a rough psych report but not enough for me to get any idea what was going on inside... She’d obviously been through stuff like this before. I asked her the usual questions you’d ask a teenager, what music they liked, school, family- she seemed happy enough to humour me, till we got to the topic of family- she pretty much shut down at the very mention, red lights went off in my head- that would have to be something to look into. The session seemed to pass quickly, before I knew it- the officer accompanying me ushered me out of the room- asking to send him the completed report, which I agreed to do. I proceeded to ask what would become of the young lady- he said she’d be sent to a juvenile facility, serve a term then she’d be back out- more than likely to do it all again, he obviously had very little faith in her, that probably came with the job- I took one last glance into the room before leaving, not sure why but I felt the need to see her again- not because I was attracted, god no, it was more so curiosity that compelled me, at this point I realized I didn’t even know her name, I looked back into her file- Amber Jaye Ryan, aged 14... I’d make sure to see her again, something about her made me curious- not just as a professional but as a person. |
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