08-14-2016, 08:18 AM
Aylin Milton
PPC
She entered like a sleepwalker, shuffling in a daze to a seat by the window. Aylin watched, processing a few mental notes of her first impressions; this was the first time they had met, and though she had studied the reports and notes, it was no substitute for first-hand observation. Daiyu's head lolled. Abruptly jerked upright.
"It's quite all right."
Aylin re-positioned herself to a chair opposite. Glorious morning sunlight lit a patch on the dull carpet by her feet. "My name is Aylin. I will be your doctor while you stay at the Guardian."
She had a naturally amenable air, a softness that suggested she was on her patient's side. She smiled. Tucked a strand of hair behind her ears.
Today was about building foundations, working on trust and on openness. She wanted Daiyu to feel at ease, which meant treading carefully around the known triggers surrounding her self-identification. For now Aylin was only interested in exploring Mara as she saw herself, in the hope it would offer insight.
"I have. You have a very vivid imagination."
The stories were, in fact, largely disturbing. Not Aylin's cup of tea anyway, and the second opinions she sought had suggested the genre as a whole contained much worse. But the creativity. And the darkness. Still, it was something Mara was proud of, and therefore something Aylin was keen to open up for discussion. It was always better if the patient volunteered information themselves, so she asked no questions at this stage - keen to see if the interest encouraged animation. But she was ready to guide as necessary.
PPC
She entered like a sleepwalker, shuffling in a daze to a seat by the window. Aylin watched, processing a few mental notes of her first impressions; this was the first time they had met, and though she had studied the reports and notes, it was no substitute for first-hand observation. Daiyu's head lolled. Abruptly jerked upright.
"It's quite all right."
Aylin re-positioned herself to a chair opposite. Glorious morning sunlight lit a patch on the dull carpet by her feet. "My name is Aylin. I will be your doctor while you stay at the Guardian."
She had a naturally amenable air, a softness that suggested she was on her patient's side. She smiled. Tucked a strand of hair behind her ears.
Today was about building foundations, working on trust and on openness. She wanted Daiyu to feel at ease, which meant treading carefully around the known triggers surrounding her self-identification. For now Aylin was only interested in exploring Mara as she saw herself, in the hope it would offer insight.
"I have. You have a very vivid imagination."
The stories were, in fact, largely disturbing. Not Aylin's cup of tea anyway, and the second opinions she sought had suggested the genre as a whole contained much worse. But the creativity. And the darkness. Still, it was something Mara was proud of, and therefore something Aylin was keen to open up for discussion. It was always better if the patient volunteered information themselves, so she asked no questions at this stage - keen to see if the interest encouraged animation. But she was ready to guide as necessary.
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