She's my Psych

Chapter 1

Pumasok ang lalaking nasa edad 50 sa aking maliit na opisina. Base sa kanyang suot, maaatim mong nagtratrabaho sya sa mga naglalaking building sa syudad.

"Good morning," bati ng matandang lalaki.

"Good morning, Mr. Austria. Have a seat," siyang bati ko rin.

Isa akong Psychotherapist at nagmamay- ari ng isang maliit na clinic. Clinic for mental therapies for kids and even adults.

Naupo sya sa harapan ng aking lamesa habang binabasa ko ang profile niya.

He's seeking for someone who would understand him, because those people surrounds him are "idiot", in his own words. And his wife is planning to divorce him.

I flip the papers to read more. According to his previous therapists, mind the plural word, he call them "idiots" because they can't help him. And didn't want their service anymore. He would often call people not by their names, but by saying "isang tanga", "isang bobo", and many more. After reading, I closed the folder, and  drop my eyes to my patient.

"How many therapists did you have, sir?"

"A couple, but not too many, they are nice but idiots" he then replied.

"Can you tell me your story?" still looking at him in the eyes.

"My stupid wife, is planning to divorce me," naiwan sa ere ang kanyang mga salita. Nagbabadya kung itutuloy pa ba nya ito. I nod at him, to tell him to continue.

"She told me I am difficult to handle, what a drag! She's the one who's difficult, so stupid of her eating meat all the time. That's why I don't eat meat, I might be stupid just like her. I only eat vegan."

He then rambles "stupid" and "idiot" people he met. I lost track, shame on me. He said his son, a college graduate still doesn't have a job, because he's "stupid" and got genes from his "stupid" mother. His "idiot" co worker sharing "stupid chismis" every 8 am in their work. His "idiot" therapists who can't solve his problems.

"I asked her what's wrong (pertaining to his wife), she said nothing. I asked her again, and she said nothing. I know if I ask the 3rd time, she might answer other than nothing. And so I did. And she said, "you know what's wrong Mark" with glaring eyes." he stated with a creepy smile.

"You're smiling, why is that?" I asked, making a mental note of his words.

"Of course I am, I know what's wrong, but I didn't say anything to her. I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to hear her nag at me, again," sabi niya habang may ngiti pa rin sa mga labi.

I wrote the words he said in my notepad while thinking of his actions.

"How long have you been married to your wife?"

"Half of my life, I guess. I lose track of counting," he replied with a boring sound.

"Is that also how long you've been calling her names other than her real name?"

"As far as I know, yes."

Hmm, this is getting more serious. Lumipas ang kalahating oras matapos magkwento si Mr. Austria. "My wife did this and did that"
was the content of his narrative.  And base on his narrative, I'm learning to say that he has trouble making contact with other people. He don't call them by their names. Which is already unusual.  But we still need few sessions for me to know deeper about his condition and problem.

Bago matapos ang session ko kay Mr. Austria, inabutan nya ako ng kwadradong sobre na naglalaman ng pera.

"I went here because your clinic is small, not known to many, so I can guarantee that my wife nor colleagues will know I am seeig therapist. And I prefer paying in cash, so my wife won't see in my bank account," without further words. He left. With no thank yous.

He insulted me. And my clinic.

"Have patience. Have compassion. Be kind" I told myself. My work isn't really easy. But what can I do? This is my passion.

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