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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Consultation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘How are you feeling in general? ’ he asked.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘Pretty good most of the time then I get these occasional black periods when nothing makes sense and I fear the worst’ I replied.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘Hmm, any suicidal thoughts? ’ he asked thoughtfully as if embarrassed to ask the question.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I thought for a moment.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘Well, not really. No, not really’ was all I could say.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He made some notes at this point.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘And those times of feeling good’ he asked ‘what are they like? ’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘Like the sun is shining and I feel on top of the world’.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘But there’s no real reason for that? ’ he asked ‘you just feel good and that’s it? ’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘Yeah’ I replied.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘What about your libido? ’ he asked as if enquiring what brand of beer I liked.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘Funnily that’s pretty good’ I said smiling.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He frowned.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘Is there any guilt that you feel? ’ he probed.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘Do you feel guilty when you feel good or see others around you far less well off than you are? ’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘I guess I do. I feel bad that I can’t feel that good all the time and also sad for those worse than me’.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘But not real guilt? ’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘No. Not really’.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘So you feel bad at times but not guilty? ’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘Guess not’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘Do you ever feel bad about not feeling guilty? ’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He knew I was lost at this point and changed tack.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘When did you last masturbate? ’ he threw in.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘Can’t remember’ I said startled.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He made some notes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘So, you feel guilty about masturbation? ’ he continued.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘No, not at all’.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘But you don’t remember when you last did it? ’ he said with a manner of distaste and disbelief.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘Not really’.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At this point I did not know where all this was going.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘Do you go to church? ’ he asked.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘No’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘Why not? ’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘Can’t see the point’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘So why are you here? ’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At this point the confessional ended.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I had been diagnosed as not having enough guilt or grief or angst to be normal and no further help or counselling could be offered.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But, at long last, I felt truly guilty.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So, perhaps, I will find redemption one day.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=David+Keig">David Keig</a></strong></div>