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Anastasia.
Anastasia Leos. Therapist at Brielle Institue.
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charlieswann:
“Yes~” He said his head snapping up. His eyes finally stopping to flutter around the room to lock into the hues of the female in front of him. At least she had kind eyes, not as cold and hard as the ones he had to look into for the past weeks. At least today was a semi good day. Even with his SPS it was a case of bad and good days. Days he could easily endure it and days EVERYTHING was just too much. “Well… So~ I’m Charlie, 20 years old, lost my twin sister when I was 18. Got diagnosed with a lot of different shitty things. Have to take a shit ton of pills that do not work.” Medication for his depression, to fall asleep, to stay a little happier even something for his SPS. What most doctor’s seemed to forget was that his disorder made the medication work differently than it should do on others. At least they didn’t give him any of the real heavy stuff. That would be a disaster. “Been in here for almost a year…” He said his eyes fading back down to his clenched fists. The scabs of his latest ‘accident’ still showing on the knuckles of his left hand. “And I’m pretty much scared all the fucking time. I want to get out of here but at the same time I don’t. Because I don’t know what is waiting for me on the other side. A broken family. Parents without any money because they have to pay for this place and a divorce attorney and a funeral. So no shot at getting into a college…” He could go on for a while about all those insecurities. His what ifs~ The things that kept him overthinking at any given moment.
Anastasia looked a little surprised when he started talking, she didn’t expect him to open up so quickly. She furrowed her brows when the second thing he said was the death of his sister. The medication, his fears. The guilt he was carrying. She genuinely felt heavy for him, but it was her job to keep a distant eye. “That sounds like a lot of weight on your shoulders, Charlie” she replied kindly. “Especially if you want to carry not only your own stuff but also the situation of your parents with you, that’s quite a lot. Isn’t it?”. Anastasia had patients like this before. Not exactly like Charlie, and not with the same cocktail of diagnosis. But patients with money and guilt about family, she could find them everywhere. Kind of the curse of America. Patiently she looked over at Charlie, wondering what was going on inside his head.
Introducing.
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charlieswann:
The boy had raised a eyebrow hearing a new therapist came in, somewhat hopeful. A new therapist meant a new chance of getting off the growing list of patients of head doctor/therapist Robert Wright. It wasn’t like he hated the man, or wasn’t able to talk to him. But with the man being so abnormally busy, having to run this shit show and still be the big man that had therapy with patients. It was just not working out. He couldn’t be honest against him. If he would tell him he was wandering the halls after curfew he would have scolded him. That’s why he was missing Dana as much as he was. Whenever he told her ‘Dana I haven’t slept. I have walked these bloody halls without getting caught the whole night.’ She would have responded as if he was some kind of hero. Asking him what he had seen and felt and if she could come with if she would stay in late.
And if like his prayers got heard by someone high and above. There it was. The small note sticked on his door by one of the nurses informing him he would have a intake with the new therapist. Another wave of mixed feelings hit him. Even though he didn’t want any more therapy with the stone cold male. He had to start over. Trust another person. Again… Part of him wished Dana could just come back. To play some more music and do their therapy during the time he would play the ivory worn out keys of the old piano in the music room.
At least the hallway he had to wait in until one of the doors would open was still the same. He just sat down more hallway through it instead of somewhere in the end. As the friendly face turned around the corner. The reassuring smile beaming down towards him he got up and walked into the small office.
He had been in this office before. Called it his own when it was vacated and the lights of the institute had been shut off. The corridor filled with offices was his favorite place to wander in the night. Guards not really coming in there to check. The empty offices just being unlocked when there would be no employee to fill it. He had spent many nights sitting in the corner behind him. With tensed shoulders and heavy eyelids he sat in his chair. Looking at the woman. Trying to be on his best even with the three hours of sleep he had gotten this night. “It most certainly is~” With these first words leaving his lips he felt like he could get through this. As long as she would keep asking him questions and wouldn’t start digging to deep on a first meeting… He would be fine. Right?
She smiled at him. “So, Charlie” she started, using his first name with a smile. “Before we get started, or get too serious. I’d love to get to know you”. Warmly she looked at him, knowing he felt uneasy. Of course, she read his file and knew about all his diagnosis. She closed the windows, made sure the lights weren’t too bright and made absolutely sure that nothing could bother them. Of course, most of it was standard protocol, but especially with Charlie. “Naturally, I could tell something about myself first if you wanted to. But I love for you to tell something about yourself’ she asked with excitement. She knew that the first few moments could be scary for some patients, so she tried to start as light as possible. Anastasia knew far too well that the conversation could turn dark very quickly.
Introducing.
#anastasia the therapist is indeed wonder woman#that's how good of a therapist she is#LETS GET TO THE DEEP SHIT
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Long time no see...
Anastasia was hungry. Her last appointment took longer than expected, plus it was her first day. Which meant that all the nerves and excitement took up way more energy than she anticipated. Which means she was starving. With a quick pace, she walked towards to cafeteria.
“Damnit...” she mumbled while trying to hit send on her phone. She wanted to text one of her sisters about her morning but the connection here was absolute shit. “Come on” she mumbled frustrated. She knew that if she didn’t text quickly that her phone would blow up with questions and phone calls she really didn’t have the energy for. While still walking at a fast pace, and her thumb ramming the touch screen she didn’t see the man walking in her directions. Apparently, he was just like her, with his mind somewhere else.
“Oh, fuck...” she muttered while rubbing her forehead. Anastasia quickly looked down to check on her phone. She kneeled down to pick it up, quickly making excuses. “I’m so sorry, I got so distracted that I didn’t even look in front of...”. Anastasia looked up and got silent for a second. She remembered him. The last time she saw him was... She took a deep breath. It can’t be? “Oh my god, Derek. Is that you?” she said quite flabbergasted. She rose up to her feet again and chuckled.
@derekthetherapist
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Introducing.
Anastasia’s morning went quite well. She woke up feeling rested, which was a first in months. Of course, she was still getting used to the new surroundings, but she knew that she got this.
She was sitting in her brand new office. Well, at least it was new for her. Her computer was on, her notepad next to the keyboard and some small notes on a few hidden sticky notes. She was ready for her first patient.
Anastasia looked at the clock and took a deep breath. It was time. With a small pinch of excitement, she stood up and opened the door. “Mister Swann?” she called gently as she scanned the room. A pair of rather sad looking eyes met hers. He looked friendly but tired. Very tired. She gave him a warm smile. “You must be Charlie!”. Not knowing what his comfort zone was she stayed where she was and motion casually with her hand that he could come over.
As they both sat in her office she sighed and looked at him. “So... Welcome!” she started. He seemed a bit uncomfortable. Not that it surprised her, in fact, she was quite used to it now. Intake interviews were always quite awkward for the patient. “To introduce myself, I’m Anastasia Leos. One of the new therapist here. I will, hopefully, be councilling you for the upcoming period.” she introduced herself calmly. With a kind gaze, she was analyzing him. Even though his eyes were tired, and implied a rather rough life, he seemed very young. “Is it okay if I call you Charlie?”
@charlieswann
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Anastasia roamed the halls of the institute with her briefcase. She prepared everything the night before... All the intro-documents for her patients, all the info she needed for the database, all the information flyers for her patients and of course her lunch. When she was walking towards the staff cafeteria she saw a familiar face walking in front of her. She smiled, knowing it was a perfect opportunity.
“Mister Wright!” she called, as she quickly made her way over to him. His tone took her by surprise. A little bit shook, she smiled. He was probably in a hurry. “So glad to run into you finally” she started warmly. “I’m Anastasia Leos, the new therapist at the institute. Sorry if I interrupted you”. Unsure if she should shake his hand she kindly introduced herself. He looked like a stiff and cold man, but then again he was the director.
Robert had known all along, that with his absence, the foundations of his hospital were going to turn into decay – a thickening black mould polluting the very walls of what he had accomplished only months ago. Why weren’t leaders allowed breaks? It was only natural to be deserving of time off… It was just so tiring; dealing with brats who broke out into tantrums when things didn’t go their way, refusing to take their medication, acting up just to give his staff members a hard time. Perhaps, Robert didn’t care much for the staff that were here beforehand – he had no real bond with them after all. The staff members that he had brought here himself from his previous hospital however, that was another story. Having gone from one meeting to the next about some delinquent with intermittent explosive disorder, the elderly doctor patted down his suit – concrete features hardening over his canvas as he made his way out into the corridor. What a dastardly welcome back, so very incapable of looking after a bunch of kids. With his fisted knuckles swaying on each side of his waist, the doctors thought trail was interrupted by somebody galloping by his side. Fantastic, just what he needed.
“What can I help you with and why are you wasting my time?”
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They see us hard little pretty things, brightly lacquered and sequin-studded, and they laugh, they mock, they arouse themselves. They miss everything. You see, these glitters and sparkle dusts and magicks? It’s war paint, it’s feather and claws, it’s blood sacrifice.
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