MFT 2/ Final Class

Depressed phase

Kendall's POV:

More than a week had passed since I had last seen Logan. I missed him more and more every day and cried at least five times a day. I never thought that this situation would happen. Furthermore, I had no way to reach him by cell phone or bus. Mum kept my cell phone with her and I was not allowed to go outside alone. So I was already the whole week alone in my darkened room and hoped for a miracle. The tiny chance that Mum would realize her mistake and save my relationship with Logan. Meanwhile I was in a depressive phase because of this incident. According to my psychologist that Mum had called, I was in an advanced stage of depression. Although I was not yet suicidal, this could still happen. He could not rule this out 100%. Mum was worried about me, but didn't think to fix things with my relationship. My psychologist had only been to see me once and that was just to get to know me. Today he would deal with the issue of why I was now depressed. My mom kept talking at me that I was guaranteed to meet someone else and they would be so much better than Logan. But I didn't want that. I love Logan and no one else. Why can't she understand that?

"Kendall, visitor," I heard my mom say as she opened my door and my psychologist Mr. Miller came into the room. I eyed him briefly until I averted my gaze again and looked at the floor. "Hello Kendall. How are you?" he asked as he looked at me briefly with a smile and took a seat in my desk chair. "Like crap," I replied. "Doesn't sound so good. Today we're going to talk about what's the reason you're in a depressive phase now," he explained and I merely nodded. "So you can talk about it?" he asked quietly and I nodded again. "I miss my boyfriend a lot and it's my mom's fault that the relationship ended," I answered succinctly. "Do you mean a good friend or your steady boyfriend?" asked Mr. Miller tensely. "My steady boyfriend." "What's your boyfriend's name? And can you imagine why your mom ended the relationship between you two?" he continued to ask. "His name is Logan." Briefly, I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. She said that the age difference was too big and that he was just using me for sex. Of course, that's not true. He loves me as much as I love him, but my mom won't let that relationship happen," I explained. "How did you feel when you were with him?". "Happy, understood, secure, safe and respected," I explained and he smiled mildly at me. "Is there one thing you would change with him with Logan?" he asked with interest. "There is one thing, only we can't change it right now," I began. "What would that be Kendall?". "I would like to do something with him in public. Our time was always spent in his apartment and never going out because he's afraid of other people looking at him. How they would react to us," I explained the situation and Mr. Miller just nodded. "Ok I see. Thank you for talking to us Kendall. I'm going to have another talk with your mom," he explained, shook my hand briefly and then left my room.

Mrs. Knight's POV:

While Kendall was talking to the psychologist in his room, I decided to clean the kitchen. There was some washing up to do, which I immediately tackled. When I had just put the last plate into the box above me, I heard someone going down the stairs. Anxiously, I turned around and could catch sight of Mr. Miller just arriving at the dining room table. "How is he?", I asked anxiously as I walked up to him. "Pretty bad. Have a seat, please. I'd like to talk to you some more about the situation," he explained and I sat down to listen to him. "So the reason why he is in a depressive phase is because he misses his steady boyfriend Logan a lot," he started to tell. "His steady boyfriend. He was just using him for sex," I mentioned with a little anger in my voice. "That's not what your son says. His boyfriend loves him as much as Kendall loves him. Besides, Kendall feels safe, respected, and loved with him," he contradicted me. "So how old is Logan?" he asked, looking at me with a relaxed expression on his face. "Too old for him," I replied curtly, not wanting to say more. "How old exactly Mrs. Knight?" he asked more specifically. "My son is 17 and he's ten years older. Twenty-seven years old is the son of a bitch," I replied sourly. "Mrs. Knight calm down, there's nothing wrong with 27. He's bound to have had some experience in relationships, and from the way Kendall describes it, his boyfriend cares a lot about him, too," he explained. "Is there any particular reason why you don't like Kendall's friend Logan?" he asked. "Absolutely. First, he's too old for him and second, I know he's going to hurt my son. His friend secretly has someone else and is cheating on Kendall with her," I explained.

"Of course that may be possible, however Kendall was quite determined that his boyfriend is also homosexual and would not do anything with a woman. That you want to protect your son from these dangers of love I understand well, however, he should figure out for himself how to handle these situations. How did you find out about the relationship?". "I caught my son having sexual intercourse with Logan," I replied, then crossed my arms in front of my chest. "In your opinion, did it look like Kendall was forced to have sex by his boyfriend?" he asked me, widening his eyes a little. "I don't. He was definitely the one who orchestrated it," I explained. "Did he enjoy the sexual contact or was he more reluctant about it?". "According to his facial expression, he liked it, but for me it was awful to watch," I admitted, remembering the image of what was in my head. "How did you end the relationship?". "I kicked his friend out of the house when I saw what they were doing and took my son's cell phone away. I then wrote messages to his friend saying the relationship was over and to stay away from my son," I enumerated, looking at Mr. Miller. "Understandable that you were so upset in that situation but still, that doesn't justify your reaction. You should not have destroyed your son's relationship. Kendall told me in our first conversation that he was also not allowed to leave the house alone or see or write to his friend." I just nodded and looked at him with angry eyes.

"Mrs. Knight I would like to lay some advice on your heart. Advice that will be good for you as well as your son. You should take some time and listen to Kendall's friend and what he has to say about the things you are accusing him of. You may want to look at things negatively even though they are harmless. You find your son's friend to be inappropriate because you don't really know him yourself. I hear this from a lot of parents who don't know their children's partner, so they only see the negative things. "And you think that would change something about the current situation?", I asked tensely. "It's guaranteed to change the mood. Currently Kendall doesn't need antidepressants yet but the more time that goes by without change, the more likely we are to get to the next stage of depression. I would recommend you follow my advice. Before something else bad happens," the psychologist explained to me and then led him to the door, as he had another urgent appointment. I thought about what Mr. Miller had said. I should talk to Mr. Mitchell about it, only was I able to do that yet?