There is some humanity in my brain, and she grabs hold of it and pulls it out so I can be human and warm in that room; but outside it drifts off again somewhere inside my brain and I can't find it and be inside it.
When she was saying, you've got three options, you can come back to see Dr A--, you can think about it for a few months, or you can do nothing. But I would suggest you don't choose the third option because nothing is going to improve for you. Maybe she was really talking about the sex then. You can go and do something about it, you can think about it for a few weeks or months before doing something about it, or you can just do nothing, shunt it to back of brain and try to forget it, deny it, deny the sexual urge like I denied M, but then nothing would improve. And at the end: I hope you do something, a very meaningful and deliberate choice of words, looking me in the eye, hand on shoulder.
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