psychologist patient in fiction: (somberly lying down on a sofa, hands together fingers intertwined, looking blankly at the ceiling) …it all started on my 2nd birthday. I remember that day very clearly. I, even back then, could detect the delicate tension between my parents, as one avoided answering the others question…
psychologist patient in reality: (Does spread eagle on wooden chair) i dont know shit Just unfuck me
