Meade's Ball
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I saw a psychologist yesterday. She was contacted and asked to see me to cater for the nerves, tension and post-traumatic stress i carry from accident, journey and explosion of internal balloon. So, to begin with, she asked what happened. I told her i couldn't remember as i cycled for minutes and then woke a fortnight later in hospital believing myself to be in Africa and surrounded by slayers. So, this went for a brief while, all of which she claimed to be horrendous and tough to live with, but then she asked me of my earliest memory, what scares me most in adult life and the biggest fight i've ever had. After i answered that, she said she wished to see me each week for some while as i have difficulties.
The whole thing had me scoffing in part, but appreciative of some kind of talk of how i hate my dead dad and the gerbils that always perished in the cages i had in my kitchen of youth, and the brothers who ate too much cereal that had my name on it.
I saw a clinical psychologist later yesterday and nearly had a big cry. She thanked me for being honest.
Injury is well gay, innit.
The whole thing had me scoffing in part, but appreciative of some kind of talk of how i hate my dead dad and the gerbils that always perished in the cages i had in my kitchen of youth, and the brothers who ate too much cereal that had my name on it.
I saw a clinical psychologist later yesterday and nearly had a big cry. She thanked me for being honest.
Injury is well gay, innit.