... in treatment ...

Recently I have been following “in treatment”, a TV series about a psychologist, Dr. Paul Weston, and how he gets too engaged with his patients’ problems.

After a week off, he gets back to his practice, and he meets April, a 23 year-old girl who is studying architecture.

For more than once April tried to know why he cancelled their last session, but Paul wouldn’t say.
The maximum stress point was when she told him that her next chemotherapy was the following day, and he asked her who would go with her. Her smile faded, she looked at him and said:” you…”
He started to explain why he can’t go with her, and why he can’t be her therapist and her care giver at the same time. She started to get angry… she couldn’t understand that the first time he had to take her though no one forced him… she couldn’t understand that she didn’t have time and that he couldn’t stand and watch her slip away. “You are dropping me” she said as she was lying on the couch, with a breath that was almost stopped by the excruciating pain from the port she had in her heart.
“No “he said “I am not dropping you April ….”
“Yes you are… I was so scared last week… I needed you and you cancelled our session”
Paul was about to tell her, but all he could manage to say was: “… I had a family emergency…”
But that lame excuse only made things worse, she let a thigh and said: “what happened? Did your dog die?”
“No ….. My father” he finally said.
And those were the magic words that put an end to all the drama. April pulled herself up to sit, she was breathing normally, talking normally….

That was the episode that engaged me with the series… it was so touching and so true… and it presented something that I witness and sometimes go through and it really gets to me.
People keep judging each other and they don’t stop until they get an excuse, which is, from their point of view, a valid one ….again… from their point of view …… which is simply unfair