I'm Not Who Everyone Thinks I Am

Hi, how was your first night here?
Again, I'm Brian, just in case you forgot.
Trust me, I did not forget.

It was okay, I guess.
I barely slept on that rock hard bed.

Good, good.
Now, I figure before you start telling me your life story, you'll want to know a little about me.
I think open communication is good for not only a patient to therapist relationship, but a therapist to patient relationship as well.
I would tell you anything, anytime.
But please, tell me everything about you.

Yeah, that sounds good.
Better than good.

Okay.
Well, I'm a scorpio; my birthday is October twenty-sixth.
I'm twenty-seven years old, I have two sisters and a brother, and chocolate is my weakness.
Let's see... Did I leave anything out?
Of course you did.
I want to know more!
I have to keep this conversation going.

Did you always want to be a therapist?
What else can I ask?

Actually, since I was around your age.
I know you're probably wondering why.
Oh my god.
He's pulling back his sleeve, and look at those scars.

Oh my god...
Shoot, I didn't just say that out loud, did I?

It's okay.
I know it's strange.
But that's why they assigned me to you, because I know what you're going through.
I know what it feels like to press a razor against your skin.
I'm still focusing on the scars.
They look so familiar.
They look like mine.

I guess that makes sense...
What do you even say in a situation like this?

Well, I think that's our time for today.
I think you get a rest hour, then group therapy.
I'll see you there, I'm one of the counselors for your group.
Group therapy?
I like being alone with him.

Bye.
Can't wait to see you again.

Hey...
I'm attracted to a guy.
Guess what that means.

I am bisexual.