Now, I’m only 15 and not many people have psychologists and not many want to be one, but I’m in both of those categories. I’ve been seeing one and she’s made me write about all of my issues, and stories, pretty much anything that pops into my head. Until now, I hadn’t thought to write about my experiences with her.
“I want you to get better. You’re not here to get worse, but, unfortunately, to get better you must first get worse. You need to dig down deep within yourself to figure out your problem,” Dr. Cries Looney, says once again before we start our first session.
Dr. Cries Looney is my psychologist, her name is pronounced “Chris Loonay”, but I call her Loon, even if she insists on me calling her Cries. My parents weren’t too keen on me pointing that out and neither was Loon, but I never cared. Anyways, I’m getting off topic. I had to start visiting Loon because my doctor said that it’d be best for me and my parents agreed. How it all started was that one day I was having major back pain so I asked my mom to take me to the doctor and she decided she would. I went to many doctors and hospitals before they figured out that I must be depressed, so they suggested that I start seeing a psychologist. Thinking it was a good idea, my parents decided to find one. After many phone calls to family and friends, they came across Loon, and decided I should go there. “I’m not going,” I stated easily, but defiantly.
“Yes you are, Chas.” My mom countered, “The doctors say you are depressed and in need of a psychologist and this is the only one we could find.”
“But, Mom, her name is Cries Looney. I mean, come on, she just screams psychologist, and a bad one at that!” “Her name is “Chris Loonay” and she’s known to be a very distinguished doctor.”
“I’m NOT going!”
“Chastity Rose Scott, you will NOT talk to your mother in that tone!” My dad snapped at me, “You are going to Dr.Looney, end of discussion”
I knew that he meant business because he never used my full name unless he was serious. So, I just stamped upstairs and collapsed on my bed while screaming into my pillow. So, back to the present, well not exactly the present because this story actually begins on the first day of my first visit with Loon.
“Hello, Chastity.” With a smile and a delicate hand shake, Loon begins, “It’s nice to meet you. I am Dr.Cries Looney, but you may call me Cries.” I don’t speak to her after I sit down; I just look around her room. There isn’t much to her room, just a few pale green walls, brown wood floor, a red brown wood desk and black chair. On her desk is a white laptop, a white calendar place mat type thing, a cup with pens in it and a picture of her holding a degree. On the walls are her degrees and a small window with bars on it. Hmmm, Unsettled, I think, I guess there are really some loony people that come here. In the middle of the room there is a red leather chaise, a black leather chair, and a brown wooden coffee table with a vase of roses on it.
“Chastity--”
“Chas” I interrupt.
“Ok. Chas, I see that we are here because you have been having trouble with your back. Now where exactly in your back, do you know?”
“My kidneys, it’s all in the file. I was having pain and I went to many doctors but, no one could help. It’s gone now so I don’t see why I should be here.”
