Okay then, are we ready to go? Are you ready? I am. I’m feeling pretty good today, thank you, I have- you know, I’d prefer if we let the past go, thank you; it was a troubled time, and my doctor has been very kind, very kind. Helping me out you see. “Too much energy” he says.
We have made up, and I don’t want him to think that I am ungrateful for all of his hard work; and all those little walks with my probation officer have set me on a good path- well no, I was being wheeled actually, and- yes, I was given a mask to wear, but that was “to keep me safe” mister thinks-he-is-so-smart. That felt good though, the finger thing, it feels great to get my arms about of those long coats, you know, the ones with the straps? Those ones. Yes, I do believe that there is a good thing going on, you know a, a… Synergy? Synergy, with my doctor now, and I feel… good.
I have a hobby. As I have been well behaved this last week and I had not been needed to be ‘relaxed’ for four whole days, a new record, I might add, and-
You know what, can I ask a question? How was that mask keeping me safe? I could barely move my head and- oh. But I haven’t bitten anyone, that’s hardly fair. I did? When? Oh, heh, that wasn’t me you see. Well, not me me, but you get where I’m coming from; ask that kind lady with the clip-board, who is she? What? Behavioural Psychologist? That’s a funny name.
I build things. There is a big room here and I make things with the stuff I find when I’m on day release. Like cloth, or little stones, or bits of like, this coppery stuff that comes out of the ground. Oh, that is copper? Heh, silly me, eh? And when I’m out I-
What do I make? Oh, lots of things. Lots. Too many to mention. You wouldn’t understand. No, really you wouldn’t. Technical, you see? I wouldn’t want to bore you.
My teeth hurt. I don't think this is a good time. Not a good time. I know about the path, you told me, remember? It's dark down there, and I'm not going. I'm not! No, you're being defensive-
Ah, ah, no wait, yes I see- I see it, yes I remember last time. Okay I make like, things… I am so not avoiding the question. So not. Talk about double standards, here I am trying to have a decent conversation and here you are waving that remote- ow!
Okay, okay. I didn’t know you could be relaxed for like, a second. Fine. That's fine, because it's okay.
I make things. Today I made some little copper screws, you see, and one of the orderlies actually came within reaching distance of me and I didn’t do anything. “Progress” they said, said it was “healthy”, and I’m proud of this. No, you see, they let me out of the long coats when I am in there; you see, there aren’t any windows in there that would make me tempted to, what was it? Oh yeah, “Try Anything Stupid”. Not that I have. It’s not my fault that some kid was making faces at me- that was not just his normal face! I saw him! So rude. Well maybe they should teach manners in playschool. He has another, why is everyone so hung up on this? I- no, you’re right. The path, yes, I get it. I’m not being angry. I’m not, I’m fine. Just fine, yes. Thank you.
Anyway, I was making these, these little copper globes, right, and the interesting thing- the interesting thing, right, is that they have a little bit of string at the end so hey wait! Wait no don’t go and get them, they are safe! Perfectly, almost safe, they are- Who taught me? I won’t say, because I love her. And she loves me. She is beautiful, her face hair an onyx zephyr. Thank you, it was quite poetic wasn’t it. Maybe that’s my calling. See, when I was down at the engineering trainer, she was wowed by my- No! No! You tricked me! She’ll never forgive me and she’ll leave! I can’t bear it!
I'm not crying! It's just, just something in my eye!
How could you?
How could could could you?
Purveyor of lies, sewer of heartbreak- Let go! Let go of me-
<The subject was relaxed at this point and the session terminated>
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