Therapists' Office Hours, 11/04

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Having heard from the school that some students might need grief counseling, Brenda is in her office early. She's turned on some soothing music in the waiting area and set out about 50 boxes of Kleenex.

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[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia came in. "Hi Brenda." She smiles slightly. "I really didn't expect to see you so soon."

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"Hi, Maia. How have you been?"

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

"A girl that went to school with me died." Maia said in a casual manner.

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Brenda nods. "They let me know some students might be seeing me about that. Please, have a seat."

"Were you and the girl close?"

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Maia sat down. "No, I never met her." Maia drew her knees up under her chin. "Everyone is sad though, even the ones who didn't know her." Maia looked thoughtful. "I'm not sad though."

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Brenda considers this. "I can understand that. We talked last session about you blocking out grief, and it sound slike you have reasons to do that."

"Does not being sad make you uncomfortable?"

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

"I think it does a little bit yeah. I mean, this is someone who lived in my dorm, went to school with me and I can't help but think maybe if I paid attention to things I see and not block them out and paid more attention to them I would maybe have seen her killed." Maia squirms. "I mean what if I saw it and just breezed through it you know not wanting to look at the details of it."

[b-chenowith.livejournal.com]

"Even if you saw it ... there's no guarantee you could have changed anything," Brenda says gently. "Sometimes people die and there's nothing anyone can do. You can't make yourself responsible for everything bad that happens around you because of your gift."

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Maia swallowed and she felt tears starting to sting at her eyes. "I-I think things are to much for me now." Maia finally whispered.

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Brenda passes the Kleenex to Maia. "It's okay, honey," she says. "You can let yourself be overwhelmed for a little bit."

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Maia took the Kleenex and drew herself tighter into a ball shaking. "I-I don't want to feel like this" She said her eyes pleading with Brenda. Maia's hands trembled as she wiped a tear away. "I don't want to be overwhelmed." Maia starts to breath harder fighting to remain in control of herself resulting in raspy spasms of breathes.

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"I know. I know," Brenda says, soothingly. "No one wants to feel out of control." She keeps handing over Kleenex. "Sometimes, though, it happens, and you just have to roll with it and see where you end up."

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Maia lowered herself further into the cushy chair in a self protective little ball let out a long quivering sigh. She stared out into space, tears silently falling for a while. After about ten minutes they slowdown. Maia sits up slowly and seems take another kleenex from Brenda. "I'm sorry." She said softly. "I don't usually breakdown like this."

[b-chenowith.livejournal.com]

"You're allowed to break down in here," Brenda says. "Really."

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Maia sits up the rest of the way and smiles. "I'm glad. It's nice to have a place to do that I just wish" Maia sighed. "I'm glad I can come here. Thank you Brenda."

[b-chenowith.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, Maia. Have a good weekend, okay?"

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia smiled, cluthing her little kleenex in a ball in her hand Maia went out the door. She was very relieved to have a safe place in which to break down.

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"Are you busy?" Boone asked as he came in.

[b-chenowith.livejournal.com]

Brenda glances up from her desk. "Not especially." She stands. "I'm Brenda Chenowith. Did you want to talk to me?"

[OOC: She isn't busy, but her player is, sadly. Slowplay this tomorrow?]