SUPPRESSION •Complete•

THERAPY

THERAPY

Mom: "Sit, we're have a family meeting."

Dad: "This is for your own good, Freya. Your guidance counselor says you need a real therapist, that she can't get through to you. Mrs. Maturo says you haven't shown up to one tutor session. I got a phone call from your English teacher, Mr. Kochan, yesterday. Not only have you failed his class, and didn't do the extra credit he offered you, you're now skipping his class."

Mom: "Those aren't the issues, Stan and you know it. She's fucked up, we did something to her. Did you see us having sex? If you did all you have to do is talk to us about it. If you don't understand-"

Dad: "Dammit Teresa, she didn't see any of that. If she had she'd be awkward around us, not skipping class. She needs a therapist, an actual professional to figure out what the hell is wrong!"

Mom: "My sister-in-law is a therapist, she'll gives us free sessions."

Dad: "No! Dammit Teresa, your sister-in-law is insane. She fucked up her own daughter, I'm not letting her near mine."

Mom: "She did not! There is nothing wrong with Abby, and my sister-in-law sure as hell didn't cause it."

Dad: "We are hiring a professional therapist that doesn't have any family relation to us. Freya needs help and your crazy sister-in-law isn't the answer!"

Mom: "You know what, fine! Waste all our fucking money, maybe I'll get a job to afford her fucking therapy! Or am I still not aloud to work or go to college, it's not a part of your perfect little world! Well is there room for your fucked up daughter?"

Mom stomped off and the distinct sound of a slamming door was heard loud and clear through the rickety house. I gulped nervously and avoided looking my dad in the eye.

Dad: "You're going to therapy."

And that was final. He punctuated it with the slam of the front door and the sudden roar of the engine. I sat numbly on the couch, not at all sure what to do or even how I should act.