Ok so yeah it's only in the weird way the gods work that Dr. Lord is my nephew...but still...
So apparently I fell asleep waiting for Dr. Lord to show up...I should probably stop skipping sleep but fuck it. He has me sit and launches into one of those "You're being selfish speeches I have heard before, followed by the guilt complex of how my father would do worse than kill him, then the threats of how Mictlan is not a nice place for suicides...and while I know all these things I can't help but cringe...cause I've heard them before...from a therapist the last time I tried to kill myself.
Then he starts to say he is going to send me to the school's councilors...and I nearly have a freak out moment. I mean those people are even less trained than that hack that tried to get in my panties! And on top of that he's pawning me off on someone else. I felt like I had been kicked in the gut. I can talk to him about these things because he does understand me...and I trust him, more than I've trusted anyone else before...and he tries passing me off to SCHOOL COUNSELORS!?
Then he caught on that Ix Chel told me to stay away and went on about how I can't try to fix things myself...I felt like I was 16 again. He picked up his phone and called someone named Patrice, his bandmate....and schedules an appointment to talk with him. I was feeling more and more hurt by the second...great pass me off to the next person.
I could see trying to make him understand wasn't going to help so I switched the topic to Kiti and trying to make him invisible...thankfully their was a knock at the door and I knew it was Fletch. Dr. Lord had him come in and I introduced them...then Dr. Lord got a call from Fletch's dad...THAT made me laugh. I hope I never have to deal with that man cause watching Dr. Lord do it...I don't think I will ever have the kind of backbone he does.
At the end of the call I heard him mutter about ex-girlfriends dad...which means he dated a sister of Fletch's....oh this semester proves to be even more complicated I am sure...
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