"Tell me something." The therapist opens a book, preparing to take notes. I just roll my eyes, and she continues. "Can you say any words thus far?" I look at my hands,curling them into fists.
"I talk. Sorta." My face reddens as I choke on the words. Idiot. Why did I even try? It's then that she jumps into another lecture about 'pursuing conversation' and 'conducting speech' I don't really listen.
It's not her fault, she's no aphasia doctor. In fact, they encouraged this because I 'shut myself out.' Wrong. If anything, it's the WORLD that shuts ME out. It's the. She hands me a notebook.
"We're going to try a new approach." She states. "Write me EVERYTHING. Only then we can get into your head." I sadly shake my head, tossing the notepad to the side. It's not her right to get onto my head. I don't regret this, the therapy is free. As expected she goes into another lecture.
Terrific.
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Short StoryEveryday, thousands of thoughts go through our heads. Opinions, statements, idle jokes. How would you feel if you couldn't say any of them?
