forum Group Therapy (closed)

Started March 05, 2020 by Deleted user

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(Can I join?)

Sure!

They're all great!

That makes me so happy! That was so long ago XDD

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Of course you can join!

Name: Adrielle Danvers
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Preferred Pronouns: She/her
Appearance: Adrielle looks like the most innocent thing in the world. She has long white blonde hair and pale skin. She has delicate, doll-like features, and is absolutely beautiful. She is short, about 5'4'', and curvy. She is petite, and seems like she could be blown away at the first breath of wind. Her eyes are a wide, innocent shape, and she is very good at looking confused, naive, or anything like that. She is very good at acting. Her eyes are a clear, icy blue, with what looks like fractures in them, giving her eyes the appearance of shattered glass. They are the only thing she can't hide, or disguise, full of malice and hatred and anger, and loneliness. She gives off the aura of a psycho, someone to stay away from, someone to watch and be careful of. She has a tattoo on her wrist, of the words "Fuck you too" in beautiful script.
Reason for having been in the ward: After being neglected very strongly by her parents for her entire life, she got into arson, and she has seriously injured several people, and killed one person.
Diagnosed Illnesses: Bipolar, OCD, delusional disorder, PTSD
Tics: Clenching her fists when she's mad, annoyed, or just bored, so that her nails dig into her palm. Twirling her hair between her fingers and widening her eyes in an unconscious attempt to look innocent when she is trying to intimidate someone, or when she's annoyed and trying not to show it. Will fiddle with anything she can get her hands on, really, and twirl it between her fingers.
Triggers: Mention of love or family, the sight of fire, extreme heat or cold

Fabulous, let me start!

Nathaniel slipped into the therapy office, frowning a smidge. Susan, the therapist he had been going to since he had gotten out of the ward had recommended group therapy with her and a few of her other patients.
He sat down, eyes tracing every person in the room.

Azu fidgeted with her shirt, stretching it horizontally. She didn't like this, didn't ask for this. She hated this, and faint, lingering thoughts of hating herself remained–she hadn't told anyone, she found it as normal now. Azusa nodded to the person entering as she kept her head down.

Adrielle crossed her arms, slumping in the chair, looking for the world like she didn't want to be there. Which, of course, she didn't. She scowled at everyone in the room, eyes flashing.

"So, uh… Hi. I'm…Azu. What're y'all in for?" Azusa said in a small, hoarse voice. She hadn't spoken in a while, and that was obvious.

"My name is Nathaniel." The dark-haired boy started. "I have been diagnosed with anti-social personality disorder, among other things." He moved his head to look toward the person named Azu, hair shifting just enough to reveal the mass of scarred skin that covered where his left eye should be.

Wren ran a hand through his hair as he looked around the room. He scrunched his toes multiple times as he spoke. "My name's Wren," he began, his voice quiet but for some reason dripping with irritation. "I was diagnosed with pseudobulbar effect and nothing else because all the doctors were too COWARDLY to see me afterward." His face was pulled into a frown and his eyes were intense and glaring around the whole room.

"You have scars too? I'm…" How was she feeling? It was hard to tell, considering she didn't like to feel emotions–Azu would rather take the facts as-is, but she was encouraged to share her emotions. "I'm relieved to hear that. Makes me less…alone, per say." She held up her hands, showing the backs of them, which were obliterated with horizontal scars. Yeah, she was a cutter–she cared too much about other people to even think about harming them.

"Yes, this scar is from an experiment, as are most of mine. Studies." Nathaniel said curtly, rolling up a sleeve and displaying more scarred skin. "No, actually. The eye is not from one of my experiments. I was assaulted and my eye was taken out, along with a lot of skin. The doctors salvaged what they could. I have been told it's a battle scar."

"Did ya win the battle?" Wren probed. He saw most battles not to be worth much of the trouble if you lost. He saw anything left behind of a loss is only a mockery to someone. He began to examine the rest of Nathaniel's exposed, scarred skin. "And what were the experiments for anyway?"

"I, personally, would not have considered it a battle. I was taken as leverage in order to get my family to give money, but I suppose I won. Most of the people are in prison. Three were killed." Nathaniel rolled his sleeve back down, re-doing the buttons. "And my experiments vary. Most of these are to test the limits of my congenital analgesia. I wanted to see if I could feel pain from any of them."

"Huh. From what I've experienced, the sharper the blade, the less the wound hurts. It just…stings a little. Did you kill the people? If so, props to you." Azu smiled softly, nodding to Nathaniel.

Nathaniel simply shrugged. "I do not feel pain, as is the condition of congenital analgesia." He left the question unanswered. "I enjoy testing the limits."

"Interesting," Wren said, leaning back in his chair. "But did you kill people?"

"I can't imagine having that. How would you punish yourself?" Azu flinched, shaking her head. "Sorry, that wasn't an appropriate question. Depressing thoughts," she pointed to her head, "still in there, as always."

"Did you?" Was Nathaniel's response. He would need to memorize everything that was said, as his notebook and pen were confiscated. "And I feel no need to punish myself, everything I do is in the seeking of knowledge."

(Oof, sorry fam! I was busy with finals and shit and forgot about notebook)

The minute he woke up, Magnus was sweating which either meant that he dreamt again, or his pills stopped working and messed with his brain. It was about 5 in the morning and Magnus knew that if he went back to sleep, he wouldn't be able to wake up again so he decided to go for a run before he needed to head to the stupid group therapy.

Magnus pulled the sleeves of his sweater down to his finger tips. He really didn't want to be here, he hated large groups but Tallula, his best friend, and his therapist, Jessy, said that trying something new might help him more than one-on-one sessions do. That didn't mean that he was looking forward to doing this. He entered the room and saw there were a few people already there so he found a seat as far away from them as possible and sat down, frowning.

Nathan turned his gaze to Magnus. "Hello. I am Nathaniel, this is group therapy. Susan should be here soon. She would not tell me the process of this which leads me to believe that she does not have a solid plan." Wow, this kid did not pull any punches did he.