Esha Mallory
Medium Risk Patient
Bipolar/Co-dependency
Posts: 13
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Post by Esha Mallory on Jul 8, 2012 19:51:07 GMT -5
Esha knew why she'd been escorted to this room, even if she didn't like it. After her last suicide attempt, they'd told her she'd have to be transferred to a new facility, and would be put on watch. So here she was, in a stupid room where they were watching her. She didn't like when everyone watched her. Being the center of attention made her uncomfortable and Esha simply curled up on the bed, waiting for them to bring her food or let her out.
She sat on the bed, wondering how she was supposed to entertain herself until they let her out. No books, no television, nothing. Boredom weighed heavily and Esha finally got annoyed enough to get up and begin belly dancing. She wasn't very good, but it was something to do to fill the hours. She wished someone would just tell her want to do, but that was unlikely. She was stuck here until the end of this observation period.
Exhausted from her dancing after a half an hour, the girl laid back on the bed, looking at the ceiling. If they were going to keep someone locked away for twenty four hours, they could at least have painted the ceiling with something interesting, instead, it was the same bland white as the rest of the walls.
"Bored...bored....so bored....someone please give me something to do!" She cried out in the hopes that someone would do something about her completely lack of activity.
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Dr. A. Sherpard
Institution Staff
Psychologist
Angel's [Bleeding Heart]
Posts: 13
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Post by Dr. A. Sherpard on Jul 10, 2012 18:22:37 GMT -5
The door fell open the moment young Esha screamed for something to do. The point of the whole Surveilance thing was to make sure that the patient was in the right category. Those that relaxed easily in a room by themselves were normally in the LR range. Those in a MR range were okay for a few hours but would get impatient just like Miss Mallory and those who were HR patients could barely last an hour. The point was to get a patient to do something that would fit in with their file.
Something to give Drew a stepping stone to their recovery. How they ate, drank and everything else in between these things. Drew couldn't take it any more though. After watching her dance for the last half an hour and then her screaming, he was on his feet heading to the door and just a few minutes after she finished her words, did he enter the room. He placed a warm welcoming smile on his lips and closed the door behind him which clicked shut, only to be opened by the card around his wrist.
"Good day Miss Mallory. I'm Dr. Shepard but if it's more comfortable for you in the future, you may refer to me as Drew." He moved over to the plastic chair that had been bolted to the ground which was facing the bed where Esha was and sat down with a noteboard on his lap. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Our facility is quite busy at this current time and as such I have a lot of duties to attend to." His tone was soft, calming with a tweak of regret and sympathy.
"This place is pretty dull huh? Do you suggest any improvements? It's rather... white don't you think?" Drew was ready with his pen. Ready to write whatever he could pick from Esha. "For the sake of making sure everything is to your liking here as much as we are possibly allowed, Miss Mallory, I'd like to make a few notes while we chat. Is that okay?" He asked, blue eyes softening and making eye contact.
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Esha Mallory
Medium Risk Patient
Bipolar/Co-dependency
Posts: 13
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Post by Esha Mallory on Jul 11, 2012 0:54:28 GMT -5
Thank god her screaming had some effect. The man that entered the room looked kind enough, and introduced himself as a doctor. She listened to him with a slight smile, pushing up to a sitting position, pulling her legs up to her chest and resting her chin on them. She raised an eyebrow at his apology, not believing it for a moment. He was supposed to say those things, after all, this wasn't her first trip to an institution.
Esha shook her head slightly when he asked what improvements she'd suggest. The only thing she'd suggest is that they get rid of the time in this stupid room. It served no other purpose than to aggravate the poor souls trapped within its walls, and did you really want to pursue that path with people who already had mental problems?
He was far to nice for her to treat him with any of the deference she showed to others, but still, she needed to be as nice as possible so they'd let her outside where she could figure out where on the grounds had a perfect place for a 10. It was rare to find a 10, but she was certain she could find it here.
"If you want to." It was quiet, calm. Esha was bored senseless and had realized that this room offered her no excuse for her favorite hobby, thinking up ways to kill herself and rating them. Still, if she didn't answer him, they might not let her out, so she would behave and hope against hope that she would be outside again soon.
"Can we chat outside?" It was worth a shot, although she was fairly certain he was going to deny her that opportunity. She'd only just arrived, was on suicide watch and no one here really knew her just yet. Still, the teenager felt she had to attempt it. Sitting in this room was going to drive her even more crazy.
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Dr. A. Sherpard
Institution Staff
Psychologist
Angel's [Bleeding Heart]
Posts: 13
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Post by Dr. A. Sherpard on Jul 13, 2012 8:34:11 GMT -5
Drew could see she was becoming uncomfortable and she wasn't eager to answer any of his questions either, which made him frown ever so slightly. Regardless, he took a deep breath and eyed the girl carefully before making a note in her file. She was nervous in the room. Then he fixed his soft eyes on her and gave a sigh.
"We will leave soon Esha. I promise you, we will but I have ten questions here that need answering. Please help me with them?" Drew asked her to comply. If she didn't he'd have to try and different tactic to get her to talk to him. This was important for him to get a feel of how to work with his patient and he wanted her to open up to him more easily then this. This was like drawing blood from a tap. He neede to find a way to make it easier on both of them.
"Miss Mallory, I need to know if you know why you're here?" This would give him a perception on what she was thinking and if she was denying what she was. "Also, why would you want to go outside so badly? It's practically the same as in here. In hear just means your safer doesn't it?" Drew asked carefully, a frown and a tilt of his head to show that he didn't understand her desires.
Would he pull any emotions from her with this questions? Anything he could work with? Or would she continue to be a very closed book till he got to know her better? His job was basically to get his patients to Low Risk as fast as possible.
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Esha Mallory
Medium Risk Patient
Bipolar/Co-dependency
Posts: 13
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Post by Esha Mallory on Jul 13, 2012 19:34:49 GMT -5
He was soft and friendly. For some reason, the nicer someone was to her, the less she responded. It wasn't something she really understood. She liked him well enough, and given the chance, would be quite friendly; however, she could not treat him as someone she should defer to. If he hadn't given his name, then perhaps she would have responded better, but that mistake couldn't be undone right away.
She nodded to his request for help. Honestly, the man seemed a bit helpless, and Esha knew that it had to be some sort of tick. This was not her first rodeo. Brown eyes watched him steadily, not offering any assistance until his next question came. Did she know why she was here? Well, yes, it was because someone had decided that she couldn't function in a normal environment. Just because she had latched onto Damon didn't mean that she couldn't function. Stupid guardians.
"I have bi-polar disorder, type 2, and according to my guardian, a co-dependency issue. Going outside is warm, and pretty and I might....enjoy the sun." It wasn't what she was originally going to say. She was wondering if she'd be able to find a perfect ten here, hidden among the trees and bushes. "Safety doesn't really enter into it, Drew. It's just about not wanting to be trapped in here."
Esha didn't really volunteer any helpful information. She didn't know this man well enough, and she didn't really care what he thought of her right now. All she wanted was to get out of this room and out where there was something more exciting to do or see. Anything but these white, padded walls, and the kindly doctor that was so busy asking questions, he couldn't be bothered to see that she wanted to get out.
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Dr. A. Sherpard
Institution Staff
Psychologist
Angel's [Bleeding Heart]
Posts: 13
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Post by Dr. A. Sherpard on Jul 15, 2012 9:56:06 GMT -5
Drew nodded to her when she explained exactly what was wrong with her and gave her a little smile. So she knew what the matter was but he sensed that she didn't agree to it so he pinpointed that and gave a soft 'hmmm' in response to her words. Why did she not believe she had co-dependency issues? Did people behave this way around her naturally? Was she encouraged to be dependent on someone in her family unit? Or did it make her feel safe to have someone else make decisions for her?
Already pieces of Esha were breaking off and forming into puzzle pieces that he would have to fit together to make a whole person. Some of the pieces currently were forced onto certain sections and they didn't fit. He'd find a place somewhere for them to fit whether she wanted to co-operate with him or not. Drew scribbled then flicked his blue eyes up listening to the rest of her words and not interupting untill she fell silent. More pieces to pick from. She'd given herself away already.
A slow smirk curled on his lips and he nodded as slowly as the smirk had formed. "I read your file Miss. Mallory. You feel safer when people make decisions for you? When you hand over control to another person? " He didn't need her to answer that. He already knew the answer. Co-dependency could very well be the stronger disorder of the two and if it wasn't, he'd make is stronger. Co-dependency was easy to fix.
Bi-polar disorder was a bit more complicated, especially type two. "Well, I think it's best we stay here because I think you would like to go outside to find your numbers. I think it's best we stay here for now. I can allow you to go outside with Mrs. Knight tomorrow if that is what you wish? " Drew said carefully tilting his head to the side and waiting for her to agree. He'd make the decisions from here on in then if that would make her feel more comfortable.
"Do you know what Co-dependency is? Has anyone explained it to you?" Drew asked, pen poised and ready to scribble down what he believed needed to be done about the young woman before him.
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Esha Mallory
Medium Risk Patient
Bipolar/Co-dependency
Posts: 13
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Post by Esha Mallory on Jul 15, 2012 12:22:06 GMT -5
She caught the smirk, and it convinced her that his helpless act was just that; an act. She'd suspected as much. Helpless people didn't generally make good doctors. His questions weren't really questions, more statements of what he believed to be fact. Esha didn't see it the same exact way. She didn't see it as handing over control. Damon had always simply taken the control. He'd told her what to do and what he expected. Of course it was easier to follow that. She didn't think that carrying that past the relationship with him was a bad thing.
He mixed the order with a request, and Esha was puzzled for a moment. Was it her choice or did he mean that it was how it was going to be? She repeated what he'd said in her head, hearing Damon's voice, trying to help her decode what was going on and how to respond correctly. Still, that last part about what she wished was throwing her off, and instead of giving a straight answer, she merely moved her gaze from him to the floor and gave a shrug. It was a non-answer, but it was safer than giving the wrong answer.
All she wanted to do was go outside, and look around and trying to figure out what she could and couldn't do. This room was making her antsy, and that wasn't a good thing for the teenager. Antsy Esha usually led to a rather drastic mood shift. She wondered if that was in her file. He had to know what he was doing, right? He wouldn't deliberately torture her...would he?
She brought herself back to the present, her nails cutting into her arms to force herself to pay attention. Her eyelids fell shut and behind them, her eyes rolled. Of course she knew what co-dependency was. She wasn't stupid, just depressed a lot. When she'd been diagnosed, she'd read up on the topic, and scoffed. She could make her own decisions if she wanted to, it was just easier to let other people do it.
Struggling to not make her voice sound as sarcastic as she felt, she answered him slowly, her eyes still closed. "Yes, Doctor, I know what it is, and no one had to tell me, I researched it when I was diagnosed by the other doctor."
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Dr. A. Sherpard
Institution Staff
Psychologist
Angel's [Bleeding Heart]
Posts: 13
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Post by Dr. A. Sherpard on Jul 18, 2012 9:07:54 GMT -5
The non-commited shrug made him sigh and he slowly shook his head. So that needed to be pressed more. He needed to press her to find out which way was best to handle her. He needed to make certain she knew what she was getting herself into. As much as Drew wanted the upper heads of the facility to know that he was forcing his patients to comply, he didn't really like using that tactic. They were people. They needed to be able to do their own things and want to do things.
He watched her avoid any form of communication until she told him that she was actually quite informed as to what she had. He gave her a soft smile. "Well I am deeply apologetic for insulting you in anyway or form by asking such an impertinent question but the answer was of some importance to me. Forgive me. " He scribbled down what he needed to know before lifting his eyes back to her.
"You will not be able to use the internet here any longer untill you are Low Risk. Right now, you are a Medium Risk. That means you are free to walk around the facility as you wish but you may not go outside without your orderly. Your Orderly's name is Mrs Laura Knight. You'll meet her soon." He explained the rules to her carefully before getting to his feet. He could see she was growing immensely eager to get out.
"Are you... anxious, Miss Mallory? Tell me how you're feeling and I might be able to remedy the situation? What does this room make you feel? Everyone's different but I'd like to know what you're thinking right now. I want honesty please. Forget about my feelings or my anger or whatever else made you hesitate earlier when I asked you something." He said clearly watching her, waiting for her to express to him what she was feeling. He would let her out just as soon as he had a feel puzzle pieces to work with that were NOT completely blank.
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Esha Mallory
Medium Risk Patient
Bipolar/Co-dependency
Posts: 13
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Post by Esha Mallory on Jul 18, 2012 23:18:42 GMT -5
She could see his disappointment and felt sadness well up. Esha liked making people happy, and having already upset the doctor was not something she wanted to do, but she didn't know what she would want tomorrow, it was to far ahead to think of. Teeth sank into her lower lip as she contemplated adding a verbal answer to her shrug, but the moment passed and Esha tried really hard to focus on what was now happening, and not reflecting on what she had done wrong.
His words made her realize that she'd been a bit snotty, unintentionally. Esha had that problem sometimes, when she was trying to show how smart she was, she sometimes came off as a know it all or a snob. She shook her head slightly and frowned while he scribbled on the paper. She was going to tell him that there was nothing to forgive, but he'd started talking again.
No internet?! What was she supposed to do all day? Walking wouldn't take up all the time in the day! Esha began to tremble slightly, her fingers twisting together as she wondered how she would ever keep busy. She was far to used to someone watching her for that part to even really register as something bad. Everyone seemed to think she was going to commit suicide every time she mentioned it, so the other facility had generally kept someone glued to her side.
Finally, he got to his feet, and then asked how she felt, and Esha swallowed back her fear at honesty, and took a breath. Dark eyes lifted to his for a long moment, trying to judge the veracity of his statement, but decided to risk the punishment and simply tell him everything.
"You don't have to apologize, I was being unforgivably stupid. I do that sometimes, and I should know better. I don't know what I'll want to do tomorrow, so I can't say if I'll want to go outside, and you said it was up to me." She paused for a moment, thinking of other things she wanted to say. " Is there a library where I can read or borrow books? I'll never be able to keep myself busy without internet! And this room sucks. There's nothing to do, and its just all white. It makes me antsy. And antsy generally means a swift mood change. I'm trying to hold it in, but its hard. Everything is just so..."
The words that had started as an explosion died off into nothing. There was nothing left to say, and Esha knew that she had to get out of that room before she had a mood change and Drew thought she was really insane. She could feel it welling up inside, the manic energy, and she fought it, breaking into insane giggling right now was not going to get her out of here.
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Dr. A. Sherpard
Institution Staff
Psychologist
Angel's [Bleeding Heart]
Posts: 13
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Post by Dr. A. Sherpard on Jul 25, 2012 9:01:06 GMT -5
Drew was surprised when the book that was Esha Mallory just flipped open to reveal a whole number of different things that she'd kept hidden inside of her. Drew smiled. Yes. The breakthrough and this will be how she would learn that when she trusted Drew good things happened. Like being let out the room. Drew nodded when she said the people were so... Ha! Always amusing what patients come out with though Drew could wait to discuss that with her. She was clearly at breaking point and the I help you if you help me thing, actually worked with her now.
He scribbled some more down on his clip board before he held out his hand to help her up. "Yes, there's a library. Wanna go get a book with me? Then I can show you your room and the green house. I have time and you said you wanted to go outside. I must warn you that the section we are going to, you are NOT allowed to go to without your orderly or a doctor with you. That's understood?" Drew said softly and tilted his head to her.
He'd gotten what he wanted from her and any more torment of her would just bring her down. That was NOT what he wanted for her. He'd just wanted the trust she'd JUST given him.
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Esha Mallory
Medium Risk Patient
Bipolar/Co-dependency
Posts: 13
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Post by Esha Mallory on Jul 25, 2012 23:13:03 GMT -5
Esha sighed happily when there was no punishment for revealing her thoughts. Instead, he scribbled more and then held out a hand to her. A smile broke out on her face as she realized he was going to take her outside, and eagerly, her hand was placed in his. She rose up from the bed and nodded in reply to his order.
"I understand, I won't go anywhere without my orderly." Esha didn't care about the follower, it simply wasn't as important as getting out of this room. She was almost bouncing now, eager to escape the whiteness and get to anywhere but here. "I would love to get a book, Dr. Shepard. Thank you."
The girl still minded her manners, saying thank you and being sure to sure her appreciation with a smile for the favor of going to the library. Esha couldn't wait to see what sort of books would be available to her. She loved reading, and could easily lose herself in books all day. It sounded like they didn't have many activities planned to keep patients like herself busy, so she could spend a good bit of time in the library and the greenhouse. Maybe she could just get lost and live happily in among the books and greenery.
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Dr. A. Sherpard
Institution Staff
Psychologist
Angel's [Bleeding Heart]
Posts: 13
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Post by Dr. A. Sherpard on Jul 29, 2012 15:45:54 GMT -5
Suddenly his patient was alight with life and excitement and she was even eagerly offering her hand to him so that they could leave. Her hand in his meant so much. She trusted him. There was no defensive behaviour in her body language or any tipe of uncertainty or hesitation when she took his hand. Drew understood that she had somewhat calmed down from what she had thought of earlier. It was clear that she had attempted to do the same to him as he had done to her. He'd attempted to read her.
She'd attempted to read him in the same way. The only difference was that he was educated in the art of reading people. She on the other hand, was not. That was, in the end, what had given him the advantage. Drew didn't know what was going on in the girl's mind but she did seem far more content now that they were leaving the room. Drew held the door open for her and waited for her to pass threw then followed behind her. As soon as they were in the hallway, Laura stepped in beside Drew.
Predictable. Always hovering, frightened that he'd have another bad turn like the one he had in the other facility when Edward had died and his patient had committed suicide in the pool. Thomas must have told her to watch him, intently. He hated that his older sister seemed to hovering but he doubted it made a difference. One way or the other, he'd come out stronger in the end.
"Miss. Mallory? This is Laura Knight. She'll be your Orderly for your time here though that may change." Drew announced in a soft voice as he fell into step beside Esha. "We're going to the library. Miss Mallory needs a book to keep her mind occupied. " Drew explained to Laura who quirked a brow, a smirk on her lips.
"Mind if I call you Esha? Formalities are far above me. What kind of book you in the market for? If Its not in the library I might be able to order it for you?" Laura's bouncy bubbly smile was more or less infectious and Drew found himself instantly relaxed by her pressence. They reached the reception and he swiped his care to allow the door to click open, holding it open for the two women to pass through.
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