X

"How do you expect to make progress when you're unable to process these things that have happened to you?" he asks. "There is no progress without facing these things and accepting them." I stare at him offering nothing, my heart rate calm and even. The thought of doing something to him outside of office hours has occurred to me more than once, but he's trying to help me so I can't. If I ever catch him doing anything unethical, or anything I consider to be punishable, he'd better watch his step though. I'd sooner maim him than come to these appointments anymore. Meet X. Some people are too broken to be fixed.