Post by Samantha Tolson on Dec 18, 2017 5:14:41 GMT -5
OOC Note: This was part of the newest RP for Premier Fighting, but as the Boundaries series will, obviously, continue both here and there, I posted this CD section for everyone to be able to read and follow along.
Samantha Tolson sat inside the office of her new therapist, comfortable in the chair she’d sent to him as a replacement for the one she’d broken during her last visit. He’d asked for her to simply pay for a replacement, but instead she’d had this chair, as rich an appointment as anything else in the office, sent in lieu of payment.
The fact wasn’t lost on him, looking at Samantha carefully as he sat in his white shirt and black tie, a bit of a contrast from their last visit, when he’d gone out of his way to look less threatening. That had certainly gone sour, the idea of being less of a threat to the professionally trained fighter, so he tried something a little more official.
Only time would tell if it would work, but he began the session, noting the time on his watch before scribbling it onto the ever-present notepad. “So, Samantha...based on our last visit, I’d like to pose some questions to you.”
Samantha sighed heavily. “Okay….”
“So...I’d like to ask you about your youth. Or, more to the point, I’d like you to tell me about it.”
“What about it?”
“Well, how were your parents?”
“My parents were great, actually. Gave me every opportunity I ever wanted and then some.”
“Interesting…” The psychiatrist penned a quick note. “Did they ever, say, punish you?”
“Punish me? For what, exactly?”
“Transgressions. Breaking the rules, for example.”
“Of course they did.”
The therapist continued. “Do you feel like their punishments fit the crime, so to speak?”
“Look, Doc...I’ve never once been arrested. Oh...wait...well, there was that one night in Vancouver with Wulf Erikson where I threw a sausage at his brother from across the restaurant. But, no never in trouble with the law, per se.”
“I meant figuratively, of course.”
Samantha sat for a moment, contemplating her response. “In hindsight, I would suppose so. I don’t have any expertise in the area of parenting, so I can’t say for sure.”
“Did you ever feel like, maybe, they were heavy-handed or unfair?”
“As a kid? Sure I did! I hated every moment of it all. The groundings, getting things taken away as I got older like my phone or my car. What child ever thinks their parents are being fair?”
The psychiatrist chuckled. “I would suppose not a single one. My own children certainly don’t.”
Samantha grinned, albeit slightly. “Well then, there you go.”
“So, all that said, did you ever do anything to try and skirt the situation? Maybe try and do something secretly that you weren’t supposed to do?”
That got a laugh from Samantha. “Sure I did. I snuck out late at night sometimes, did some things they wouldn’t necessarily have approved of, especially considering where they worked and where I went to school.”
“A Catholic high school if I recall from the questionnaire?”
“Yes, a Catholic high school. The nuns always looked at me a little sideways. Probably because the priests shared things I’d said in confessional.”
“I doubt that, Samantha. Priests are duty bound to keep in secret that which they hear in the sacrament of the confessional.”
“And just how do you know?”
“Practicing Catholic. Been a good Catholic man all my life.”
Samantha paused, taking a deep breath. “Well...interesting I guess.”
“So...getting back to our work here...have you always rebelled against the rules?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, there are boundaries in life, some obvious, others not so much, but still boundaries all the same.”
“Of course.”
“Do you respect those boundaries?”
Samantha again paused, thinking. “I try to, but I’m not always the best at it.”
The doctor looked at Samantha, considering her response before scrawling a note on the notepad. “Not the response I expected.”
Samantha sat up a bit straighter in her chair. “What answer did you expect?”
“Well, to be honest, I thought your answer would be a simple no...but, I was wrong.” The good doctor looks down at his watch. “Unfortunately, we’ll have to delve into that next time, as time is up for today.”
Samantha stood, looking at the therapist. “Secretary call me again?”
“Yes, Miss Tolson, she’ll be in touch. I will see you next time.”
Samantha slowly exited the office, but not before stopping to turn and look at the back of the doctor’s head, shaking her own as if she was confused by the newest session.
The doctor, however, didn’t notice, but instead wrote a note at the bottom of the page…
Boundaries...she seems to understand the concept, but actually recognizing them and applying that knowledge also seems to escape her….
Samantha Tolson sat inside the office of her new therapist, comfortable in the chair she’d sent to him as a replacement for the one she’d broken during her last visit. He’d asked for her to simply pay for a replacement, but instead she’d had this chair, as rich an appointment as anything else in the office, sent in lieu of payment.
The fact wasn’t lost on him, looking at Samantha carefully as he sat in his white shirt and black tie, a bit of a contrast from their last visit, when he’d gone out of his way to look less threatening. That had certainly gone sour, the idea of being less of a threat to the professionally trained fighter, so he tried something a little more official.
Only time would tell if it would work, but he began the session, noting the time on his watch before scribbling it onto the ever-present notepad. “So, Samantha...based on our last visit, I’d like to pose some questions to you.”
Samantha sighed heavily. “Okay….”
“So...I’d like to ask you about your youth. Or, more to the point, I’d like you to tell me about it.”
“What about it?”
“Well, how were your parents?”
“My parents were great, actually. Gave me every opportunity I ever wanted and then some.”
“Interesting…” The psychiatrist penned a quick note. “Did they ever, say, punish you?”
“Punish me? For what, exactly?”
“Transgressions. Breaking the rules, for example.”
“Of course they did.”
The therapist continued. “Do you feel like their punishments fit the crime, so to speak?”
“Look, Doc...I’ve never once been arrested. Oh...wait...well, there was that one night in Vancouver with Wulf Erikson where I threw a sausage at his brother from across the restaurant. But, no never in trouble with the law, per se.”
“I meant figuratively, of course.”
Samantha sat for a moment, contemplating her response. “In hindsight, I would suppose so. I don’t have any expertise in the area of parenting, so I can’t say for sure.”
“Did you ever feel like, maybe, they were heavy-handed or unfair?”
“As a kid? Sure I did! I hated every moment of it all. The groundings, getting things taken away as I got older like my phone or my car. What child ever thinks their parents are being fair?”
The psychiatrist chuckled. “I would suppose not a single one. My own children certainly don’t.”
Samantha grinned, albeit slightly. “Well then, there you go.”
“So, all that said, did you ever do anything to try and skirt the situation? Maybe try and do something secretly that you weren’t supposed to do?”
That got a laugh from Samantha. “Sure I did. I snuck out late at night sometimes, did some things they wouldn’t necessarily have approved of, especially considering where they worked and where I went to school.”
“A Catholic high school if I recall from the questionnaire?”
“Yes, a Catholic high school. The nuns always looked at me a little sideways. Probably because the priests shared things I’d said in confessional.”
“I doubt that, Samantha. Priests are duty bound to keep in secret that which they hear in the sacrament of the confessional.”
“And just how do you know?”
“Practicing Catholic. Been a good Catholic man all my life.”
Samantha paused, taking a deep breath. “Well...interesting I guess.”
“So...getting back to our work here...have you always rebelled against the rules?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, there are boundaries in life, some obvious, others not so much, but still boundaries all the same.”
“Of course.”
“Do you respect those boundaries?”
Samantha again paused, thinking. “I try to, but I’m not always the best at it.”
The doctor looked at Samantha, considering her response before scrawling a note on the notepad. “Not the response I expected.”
Samantha sat up a bit straighter in her chair. “What answer did you expect?”
“Well, to be honest, I thought your answer would be a simple no...but, I was wrong.” The good doctor looks down at his watch. “Unfortunately, we’ll have to delve into that next time, as time is up for today.”
Samantha stood, looking at the therapist. “Secretary call me again?”
“Yes, Miss Tolson, she’ll be in touch. I will see you next time.”
Samantha slowly exited the office, but not before stopping to turn and look at the back of the doctor’s head, shaking her own as if she was confused by the newest session.
The doctor, however, didn’t notice, but instead wrote a note at the bottom of the page…
Boundaries...she seems to understand the concept, but actually recognizing them and applying that knowledge also seems to escape her….