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I never imagined God would show up in a place like this, and certainly not with the missing spine of my therapist! But there it was, an honest-to-God backbone on this follower of Freud. His once-yellow streak had miraculously turned a macho shade of redneck red as he clenched his jaws, stepped up to the plate, and called a meeting with the administrator of this nuthouse and me.
"Your fixation with putting her in a seclusion room—now that’s insane!” he said to the bewildered leader of my ward. "There’s not a psychotic thought in her head. Not now. Not next week. Not ever! And you knew that!" His face was on fire. "She should’ve turned around and walked out of here the day she arrived." He hesitated, I assumed, to search for words that would take it all back. Instead, he had worked out a killer ending. "Outpatient therapy is where she belonged—and frankly," he sighed, "that would’ve been just fine with me."
This Yankee shrink had just done a near-perfect impersonation of a rifle-toting redneck protecting his chicken-eating mad dog from being locked up or blown out the back of a pick-up truck. In my attempt to help the man, I had taught him that expressing anger was a good thing, and he was sure giving it a trial run—as a southerner, for some unknown reason, but he was doing it, just the same. Obviously, I’d neglected to tell him to stay within his (Yankee) comfort zone. I’d also forgotten to teach him about humor.
"Why’d you do that?" I asked him, as I watched the administrator shuffle off like a sissy little girl. His jaw dropped. "Dammit," I threw up my hands. "You should’ve asked me first!"
"ASKED YOU? ASKED YOU WHAT?" He was losing it.
"Well, maybe–just maybe–I wanted to be a lunatic!" I said, basking in the success of what I was pulling off. I stepped closer and raised my voice. "In this place, joining a group of nuts who don’t know where the hell they are was beginning to sound pretty good to me!"
If he hadn’t been concerned about what Freud would think, I’ll swear, the man would’ve taken his own life right there on the spot.
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