A Session With A Psychologist

The Story

Through tears of laughter, Cadien ended the phone call. He hung up on Nikolai and went to get some chocolate. The long midnight conversations with him made her sparkle and forget everything she had been through. Cadien suffered from advanced bulimia. She had been starving for years to "look better" and lose weight. So, she said, the boys should have liked her and her friends should have looked at her without reproach. "An inferiority complex," the psychologist to whom the girl had been sent suggested quietly. The two were alone in a spacious office, again a teenage drama. Tell me, girl, what was holding you back Her eyes watered, but she didn't interrupt. She had to be strong. "All the girls who ... They were thinner than me and the others said they were prettier." There were many friends and people trusted them. They had hundreds of likes on Facebook ... How interesting, the psychologist thought. "Then I read that article on a teen site." It talked about Dr. Oslo's diet, which meant that teenage girls should eat a small amount of food every six hours. Prohibited the consumption of salt, fried, and eating after seven hours ?. Cadien expected the doctor to be indignant, but he continued to listen in silence. She looked into his eyes and seemed to see storm gray clouds there. - In the photos I saw how fat girls turn into slender beauties. I thought this diet would be best for me. I even added a little of my ideas to it - over time I started eating even once a day. But of course - I was six feet tall and weighed eighty-two pounds. Who would like me compared to the others? From there, you know what happened. Cadien looked down at the ground and blinked. There was a drumbeat on the windows, a light rain. The doctor put some sheets in his drawer and looked around. One of the books on the shelf had fallen, and he turned to return it. He went to the other end of the office and began cleaning his glasses. Cadien was surprised that he had been silent for five minutes, but decided that Dr. Agneev, as the psychologist was called, was waiting for her to say something else. She had just opened her mouth when he stopped her. "So you still haven't found true love?" Strange. What did that have to do with anything? "I don't understand you, Doctor." - Look, Miss Daneva, you know inside, that the reason you were subjected to this torture was neither your likes on Facebook nor your number of friends in the real world. You are too intelligent to give them meaning. In my opinion, you did it in search of true love. He was right, and inwardly Cadien knew it. "But you didn't find her even when you reached the perfect body." And now you are looking for the problem in your character. Please don't blame yourself - many girls did it and ended badly. Cadien realized the truth about her illness, but it didn't make it any easier for her - on the contrary, she gasped and cried. "I think it's time for you to leave," the doctor said, looking out the window. Ten minutes had passed and Cadien had calmed down - One session would be enough. The rain kept coming. "Good-bye," Cadien said grimly, closing the office door behind him. Contrary to her last hopes, she felt even worse after this session. He staggered as he descended the stairs. She tried to think of other things to make her feel better, but it didn't work. She cursed her godmother for sending her to this psychologist. He was very capable ... Nonsense. People didn't like her when she was fat, why would they do it now that she was like a skeleton? As she passed such thoughts through her head, she didn't remember forgetting to take an umbrella from home. There was no money for taxis, and her cell phone stayed at home because she didn't want her godmother to bother her — she kept calling these days. "I don't care, I'll go without an umbrella." The girl was no longer worried about being wet as a fish. Something heavier pounded on the windows of the hospital complex. - Great, hail. She was asked to wait on the sofas on the first floor until the storm passed. - No problem for me, and without that I have no friends to look for me and worry. It wasn't long before other people settled around her. Talk to a grandmother who sat on her couch. He turned out to be living next door to Cadien's. "Ah, here's my grandson." The energetic old woman looked at a seventeen-year-old boy approaching. He sat between the two, keeping his eyes on Cadien. "Look, this girl is our neighbor," the grandmother smiled. - Hi what's your name? - Cadien was worried - the girl looked at the green-eyed young man and felt a hitherto unknown feeling. "You have a good name." Nice to meet you, Nikolai. Six months later, Cadien was on his way to the hospital, where she had recently had a session with Dr. Agneev and after which she had met Nikolai. The two had fallen in love and loved each other so much that it was unbelievable - the girl met the love of her life. And he knew it wasn't a coincidence. He went to the same hospital, but not because of an illness - the bulimia flew away like a typhoon a week and a month after the session, Cadien was completely cured. Her parents were grateful to Dr. Agneev. Unable to contact him on his mobile and thank him, they asked their daughter to go to him and give him a basket of flowers on behalf of the whole family. Danevi Kadien was standing in the lobby of the hospital complex. She hadn't made an appointment with a psychologist, and she didn't know when she was going on vacation. He finally decided to leave the basket at the front desk to hand over to him. - Good day, Would you pass this, 'she placed the flower-decorated basket on the counter,' to Dr. Agneev? He works here as a psychologist and half a year ago he helped me overcome bulimia. - Such a person does not work here. Actually ... Miss, are you sure you're not mistaken? "Yes," Cadien decided, "she thought it was the wrong name." His first name was Newage. "Not for that." A person with such a profession has not worked here. - How so? The girl looked around: the windows, the walls, the sofa, everything was the same. Even the coffee machine was sitting - Why? - This is a veterinary clinic. It's raining. Is it possible to get a grade for writing style? I don't know if it's heavy, light, medium, or how to read. M13 Actually ... Miss, are you sure you're not mistaken? "Yes." Cadien decided she had mistyped the name. "I think that's what it was called." His first name was Newage. "Not for that." A person with such a profession has not worked here. - How so? The girl looked around: the windows, the walls, the sofa, everything was the same. Even the coffee machine was sitting - Why? - This is a veterinary clinic. It's raining. Is it possible to get a grade for writing style? I don't know if it's heavy, light, medium, or how to read. M13 Actually ... Miss, are you sure you're not mistaken? "Yes," Cadien decided, "she thought it was the wrong name." His first name was Newage. "Not for that." A person with such a profession has not worked here. - How so? The girl looked around: the windows, the walls, the sofa, everything was the same. Even the coffee machine was sitting - Why? - This is a veterinary clinic. It's raining. Is it possible to get a grade for writing style? I don't know if it's heavy, light, medium, or how to read. M13 Is it possible to get a grade for writing style? I don't know if it's heavy, light, medium, or how to read. M13 Is it possible to get a grade for writing style? I don't know if it's heavy, light, medium, or how to read. M13

Last Updated
October 31, 2020
Author:
mariofalcone