The Chaos of a Broken Soul ( Mature Version)

Chapter Thirteen

The week off had done Leonore good, her and Kathy started packing up her house as Leonore had less things to deal with and wanted to do that before facing Kathy's house. They also spent the week having sex, watching movies and cuddling on the couch. Leonore also saw Dr Michaels and had her medication changed. She said that when she moves to Adelaide, she would refer Leonore to a psychiatrist she knows there. Leonore had to return in a month to see how the new medication was treating her and a warning that if she didn't see Stacey on a weekly basis, Dr Michaels was going to kick her ass. Which made Kathy very happy, she also had Leonore on a strict routine of eating properly, exercise and bedtime and she must admit it was helping. Due to her improvement Kathy didn't put up a fight when Leonore left to call into work to see Eliane. She still hadn't figured out the connection and this made her feel uneasy. Leonore was determined to figure it out and she was going to make Eliane tell her. The only problem was she didn't know how to start that conversation and what if she was wrong. Leonore guessed that she would play it by ear and see how the session went as there might be a way, Eliane might open the door. Leonore heard the bell ring saying Eliane had arrived.

"Hello Eliane, how was your fortnight?" Leonore asked as they entered her office.

"It was fine and yours?" Eliane answered, sitting in the armchair.

"It was good. What did you do to occupy yourself?" Leonore asked, starting off easy.

"Not much honestly. Stephen and I went out to Cube, the first Saturday and last Friday we went to Angie's. During the week I look after the house, while Stephen works." Eliane answered, hoping to get a response by dropping the names.

"That is great, and you don't work?" Leonore asked, not revealing anything.

"No, my mental health hasn't allowed me to keep employment." Eliane answered, disappointed Leonore didn't break.

"Understandable and it's nothing to be ashamed about, your mental health is more important than a job. Can I ask what is your diagnosis is?" Leonore asked, trying to reassure her that not working isn't a bad thing.

"I have Complex PTSD and unfortunately BPD." Eliane answered, hating the stigma that came with being diagnosed with BPD.

Leonore understood the stigma that comes with being diagnosed with BPD and as a psychologist it pissed her off. She knew them all, attention seeker, manipulative, untreatable and time wasters. Leonore didn't tolerate this in her practice and teaching, her students knew this, and she punished her students when they came with that attitude. Leonore was a fair professor, if the students treated her with respect and then she would treat them with respect. She had no tolerance for stupidity and lack of common sense. They called her the ice queen, and she was fine with the nickname. She was usually called in to handle the first year students, her colleagues respected and feared her and the professors that knew Leonore from her student days were the only ones she allowed in her inner circle.

"I specialise in trauma and BPD; you will not get stigmatised by me and I will try to help you as much as I can. I want to be honest with you, I will be moving in three months' time. I will then refer you to a colleague of mine, who is a very good psychologist. We can still achieve a lot in three months." Leonore said, reassuring her.

"Ok. Can I ask you something?" Eliane replied, frowning a little as Leonore intrigued her.

"Yes, but fair warning I might not answer unless it's essential to you to know." Leonore answered, putting her professional mask on.

"Do you have special powers that allows you to read minds?" Eliane asked, changing the question at the last minute.

"No, unfortunately. I just know the ignorance of people when it comes to BPD." Leonore answered laughing and a little relieved.