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Lottie Lends a Paw

After the horrors of 9/11, Lottie finds a new calling.

I remember dreaming that I was running around a horrible, burned landscape. I was trying to find people alive, like I was supposed to. But there were no people at all and, when I came back to my owner, she sent me away angrily. “Go away, useless mutt,” Be...

I just answered one of those calls that I get from the Vet Center the day before I go in for an appointment with my counselor. One of the nice things about having been in a war is that I get a free shrink for the rest of my foreseeable future. I remember...

Noises In My Head

Therapists love to make you write. Just something I jotted down while on "vacation"

Sounds in my mindReal or just pathologyMy family tries to be kindPatience wears thin in summer heatBed is my refuge where I find peaceNo need to talk, interact or eatSleep I slip into and refuse to wakeEpisodes that repeat, I'm sick of nowI'll rise and pr...

You’re Not Bipolar If You’re Never Up!

Reptiles, garden hoses, blonds and tee-hees are the focus of a therapy session.

“Three tee-hees do not constitute a manic episode! You are not bipolar,” Dr. Childers repeated. “You are depressed.” He seemed a bit irritated.“But they were three consecutive tee-hees!” I protested. “Not three tee-hees interspersed throughout the day lik...

Necrotizing fasciitis and Me

A fearful man decides he needs another new psychiatrist.

I was hoping that my new psychiatrist could help me conquer my fear of going outdoors. I had just finished explaining my situation to him.“It really is true,” Dr. Merlin said. “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself!" “Maybe if your only problem is...

My Therapy Success: Overcoming Inappropriate Joking and Homonymphobia

Thank you, Dreamcatcher. Your great piece “Therapy” gave me the courage to share.

As I looked at my new psychiatrist Dr. Milford, I could see the gears turning. He had one of those transparent clocks in front of him on his desk. I could also see that he was thinking about what I had said. “So,” Dr. Milford said, “you are incapable of b...