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Joes First Therapy Session
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BIOS.
Joe walks into Dr. Alberts' office. It
has flowers on a table in the waiting room and photos of unusual
people and places on the wall. There is a soft earth-colored rug.
It is warm and inviting. Joe stands aimlessly looking at one of
the photos. A man, about 45, dressed in corduroy slacks and a faded
beige vest comes out and invites Joe into his office.
Dr. Alberts:
Have a seat, Joe. (Pauses while he looks at the police charge sheet.)
I suppose you know why you're here?
Joe:
Because I've been told by the Law to come.
Dr.:
From the look of this rap sheet the Law had good reason to send
you to me. In fact, they were mighty kind to you. These are some
serious offences. I see you almost killed this kid who allegedly
raped your sister...
Joe:
What do you mean "allegedly"? You know I wouldn't be talking
to you if it was alleged.
Dr.:
...and that you got caught with a bag of coke. Certainly seems to
me youve got some stuff to work on. (Pauses) Here's the deal,
Joe. You come to sessions and there won't be any charges brought
against you.The captain told you that he's going to keep track of
whether you come or not. I'll keep him informed about your attendance.
Everything else between us is confidential. Right now youre
here against your will but I hope real soon you'll realize that
you need to work on yourself.
Joe:
Tell me is this going to be like "Good Will Hunting?"
You'll be real cool and maybe even tell me about your wife and try
to pretend to be real with me and then I'll open up and tell you
why I'm such an angry loser. Isn't that the way it works?
Dr.:
Well, Robin Williams was a good therapist. I see that I'm going
to have to be very clever to get through to you. Basically heres
the story: youve got to be here, Im getting paid anyway,
so we can sit here, stare at each other and do nothing. Or, since
you have to be here anyway, why dont we make it easier for
both of us and...
Joe:
So go ahead. Ask me questions. No, here I got the question for you.
I know you're dying to ask it. (He speaks very slowly, elongating
each word.)
"How did your mother's death affect you?"
That's a good shrink question, isn't it?
Before Dr. Alberts can answer, he quickly
answers his own question.
Yup, Ill confirm it. Im all messed
up from the death of my mother. I used to be a good kid, a happy
kid, she died, everything fell apart. There, youve got it
in a nutshell doc. I even read that book by Elizabeth Kubler-Ross,
Stages of Death and Dying. So now tell me something new and original.
Dr.:
No, you tell me something new and original. The only thing you've
shown me so far is that you can do a fair imitation of Will and
every other smart ass kid with a chip on his shoulder. So you want
to be real. Here's real: Youre either going to kill yourself
or somebody else. Its a miracle Im not talking to you
in prison. You were high as a kite when you beat him up. And you
had enough coke in yourpocket to knock a horse on his rear end.
Joe:
I wasnt high, I was drunk. And what do you care?
Dr.:
At this point, I dont know if I care or not. If I can get
through to you, Ill care about you. If I get through to you,
youll be real to me. Right now youre just one more kid
with an attitude.
You think what you've shown me so far is original
and clever? Forget it. Ive seen hundreds of kids like you.
Each had his "cool" attitude. With some, I found out that
there was a person underneath it. When I did, we both won. So you
can remain a tough kid with an attitude and youll lose and
Ill lose but youll lose a hell of a lot more than me.
Ill go home to my wife and kids but youll lose because
youll be throwing away your life.
So thats it. You want to remain a tough
kid with an attitude or you want to get real with me? Get real with
me and Ill help you.
Joe doesnt say anything. He just
looks at him.
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