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my new patient had been very cryptic on the phone when setting up his first session with me
"hello" said this husky voice, coughing, "is this doctor Jamie Greyson?"
"erm yes, hello, how can i help you today?" i said in my best cheerful voice, i know it can be tough to make that first step calling a therapist so i try to win them over with sugar rather than vinegar
"hello my names Mr Smith" ah he was going to be one of those patients!
i dont know why but men seem to feel mortified about seeking mental health support, women are happy to admit weakness but not men
"how can i help you mr...... smith" i said trying to hide the chuckle from my voice
"i cant seem to keep a girlfriend, i think i might have commitment issues......" ah how typical
"they tend to leave me shortly after we have sex" he said sadly
"well come in and we will discuss"
so here i was awaiting Mr Smith in an office i rented in a block of offices, above me, a massage parlour, beneath me an accountant, in the hall outside was my friend Mellissa, playing the role of secretary to a key, clients tend to be put at ease by a smiling secretary
the door knocked
"mr Greyson, your 10 o'clock is here" she said smiling, mouthing her usual "you owe me" before turning and smiling to Mr Smith "you can go in now"
in walked this little old man, im guessing he was 62, he looked quiet, non exsistant, the sort of old person you see on the bus but dont really notice.
"your doctor greyson?" he asked raising an eye brow
"yes" i smiled, older clients often react like this, im 25 and still fairly fit, when they think therapist they think either woman or sigmund freud
"nice to meet you, im mister smith" he smiled a weary smile
"pleased to meet you please sit down" i smiled
he entered his back bent
"so lets start with a litte about you, do you have a first name?"
"Sam" he smiled
"tell me about yourself then sam" i smiled
"i'm 62, i work in the local library as a librarian, before i retired i worked as a naval officer, i have never married and have no kids as far as i know, and i feel like i ought to settle down now, as i am getting old" he ticked off
"how long was your longest relationship?" i queried
"a month" he sighed, 62 and no serious relationships, this was unusual, stunted emotional development?
"so what happens?" i ask
"i meet a girl, i ask her out, she agrees, we go on a date, maybe a couple dates, finally things get physical, things seem to go well, then they dump me!" he sighed again, i could tell he was weary of this pattern
"may i ask a sensitive question?" i asked quietly
he nodded
"are you, erm, functioning down there...."
"yes!" he said laughing
"sam i would like you to write down the numbers of the last 3 girls you dated, lets see if they can shed some light on what your problem is" i smiled handing him my pencil and pad
"hello" said this husky voice, coughing, "is this doctor Jamie Greyson?"
"erm yes, hello, how can i help you today?" i said in my best cheerful voice, i know it can be tough to make that first step calling a therapist so i try to win them over with sugar rather than vinegar
"hello my names Mr Smith" ah he was going to be one of those patients!
i dont know why but men seem to feel mortified about seeking mental health support, women are happy to admit weakness but not men
"how can i help you mr...... smith" i said trying to hide the chuckle from my voice
"i cant seem to keep a girlfriend, i think i might have commitment issues......" ah how typical
"they tend to leave me shortly after we have sex" he said sadly
"well come in and we will discuss"
so here i was awaiting Mr Smith in an office i rented in a block of offices, above me, a massage parlour, beneath me an accountant, in the hall outside was my friend Mellissa, playing the role of secretary to a key, clients tend to be put at ease by a smiling secretary
the door knocked
"mr Greyson, your 10 o'clock is here" she said smiling, mouthing her usual "you owe me" before turning and smiling to Mr Smith "you can go in now"
in walked this little old man, im guessing he was 62, he looked quiet, non exsistant, the sort of old person you see on the bus but dont really notice.
"your doctor greyson?" he asked raising an eye brow
"yes" i smiled, older clients often react like this, im 25 and still fairly fit, when they think therapist they think either woman or sigmund freud
"nice to meet you, im mister smith" he smiled a weary smile
"pleased to meet you please sit down" i smiled
he entered his back bent
"so lets start with a litte about you, do you have a first name?"
"Sam" he smiled
"tell me about yourself then sam" i smiled
"i'm 62, i work in the local library as a librarian, before i retired i worked as a naval officer, i have never married and have no kids as far as i know, and i feel like i ought to settle down now, as i am getting old" he ticked off
"how long was your longest relationship?" i queried
"a month" he sighed, 62 and no serious relationships, this was unusual, stunted emotional development?
"so what happens?" i ask
"i meet a girl, i ask her out, she agrees, we go on a date, maybe a couple dates, finally things get physical, things seem to go well, then they dump me!" he sighed again, i could tell he was weary of this pattern
"may i ask a sensitive question?" i asked quietly
he nodded
"are you, erm, functioning down there...."
"yes!" he said laughing
"sam i would like you to write down the numbers of the last 3 girls you dated, lets see if they can shed some light on what your problem is" i smiled handing him my pencil and pad
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