OMNISCIENT
Phoenix, Arizona
April, 2010
"What's you're upbringing Ms. Glass?" the therapist said. It was her third time asking Poema this.
Poema was always silent, she loathed talking about it, and even thinking about her past was traumatic.
The therapist sighed, "How about we talk about you're daughter, is she okay?" Poema looked to the side, wondering if she should share this information.
"She's good but a little incompatible." Poema loved her daughter a great deal however something was off about her. Not in a negative way yet she was different.
"What about her is different?" Poema got nervous, scratching her arm before speaking.
"Well, she's constantly worrying about things, having negative thoughts, having bad outbursts, she's been tense and fidgety, and is always on me when I go anywhere without her." She rambled to her therapist.
"Is that all" her therapist began but was immediately interrupted.
"She also avoids eye contact with anyone, she repeats hand gestures, and she's been very difficult with her communication."
The therapist hummed, never seeing her client this vocal about anything.
"That's very concerning. How old is your daughter? Have you gotten help for her?"
"She's 5, and I have not gotten her help." she sighed "Kindergarten is about to start, and I'm starting a new job."
Poema looked up trying to figure out what she was thinking. The client was thinking about many things like her child's father, her home life, etc.
"The signs of your child's behavior are mental illness and something else I'm not quite sure of yet." The therapist knew a few of those symptoms. Some of her clients have them.
"You can bring her over when we have your next session. How about that, Ms. Glass?"
Poema furrowed her eyebrows and bit her nails. She was nervous about bringing her daughter to a place like this. 'Is it safe? Clean? Comfortable for children?' she thought
"Okay, I'll bring her," Poema said reluctantly, standing up immediately and set to leave and get back to her daughter.
"Okay, Ms. Glass see you next session." the therapist stood ready to exit.
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Poema pulled up to the Mental Health Facility, she was nervous about taking her daughter to a place like this.
She looked back at her daughter "Are you ready to go inside bebé?" She eyed her daughter, she didn't say anything, just peeking out the window.
"Let's go," Poema announced getting out of the car with her daughter. They made it inside the building. Poema had to proceed through signing papers and then waiting when called on.
While waiting her daughter just sat there, staring straight ahead with a blank face, wondering what she was doing here.
When she got bored she looked at the ground and tried counting the dots on them but was interrupted when people stepped in.
She huffed and puffed needing to punch the air. 'If I was strong I would break their legs.' she thought mischievously. 'But Mamí wouldn't like that huh.' she shrugged dismissing the thought.
