I'm a psychologist by trade, but I'm far from your mainstream therapist, and I'm certainly not a Freudian—although to be fair, in spite of the faults we can find today in a lot of his theories about the psyche, the guy did open the door to self-reflection, and that can't ever be a bad thing. He thankfully paved the way for (and helped mentor, at least for a...
My medical dictionary defines "anorexia" as a loss of appetite, and "Anorexia nervosa" as a loss of appetite caused by an emotional disturbance, and goes on to say it mostly affects girls and young women and can lead to loss of weight and even death. Those, however, are only dictionary definitions, and aren't what most persons think of when they hear about s...
My name is Victoria Helena, I'm 32 years old (that means, by the time I'm publishing this), and I am a nymphomaniac. If you are reading this, you're probably familiar with this term by this point. If you read a little further about it, you will probably find out that doctors don't use "nymphomania" as a technical term for an addiction to sex anymore. However...
In my line of work, I meet many people whose lives would each make an interesting novel. My name is Francis, and I teach ballroom dancing to adults. This story takes place in Boston. Names of course have been changed. Luke appears in many of my stories. All you need to know is, he is a well hung dumb SOB. Usually I teach only adults. I did once have a coupl...
I had fun writing this one. I love the idea for the plot, but think I might have rushed the writing. Nevertheless, here it is. Another absurd, over-the-top fantasy story. All characters are of age and utterly ridiculous. Have fun! ***** The woman seated across from me was older, perhaps 45 or so. She was tall and slender, thinner than me by a margin, but t...
WICKED GAME: DR. NOONE (FINAL) ***** FINAL TRANSCRIPTS OF WICKED GAME, INAUGURAL SESSION Dr. Nathan W. Noone, Ph.D. PARTICIPANT ONE: SHANE KINGSLEY Shane Woodrow Kingsley, age 22, quarterback. Mr. Shane Kingsley came to us presenting classic symptoms of being depressed. He was twelve years old when he came to our office. He was a young man, quiet and...
I have always considered myself an ugly duckling that never matured into the beautiful swan that Hans Christian Andersen wrote about. Well I guess I'm not truly ugly, but probably just completely and utterly plain. Maybe that's why my Mom named me Jane. I'm not really fat, but certainly not sleek. My hair isn't dry and discolored, but always seems frizzy....
Author's warning: This story explores a dark subject; mental disorders. It briefly suggests the exploitation of people with mental challenges by the medical profession, and society. It's a relatively short exploration into the mind of someone with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. I've taken every precaution in avoiding obvious triggers, but with this disorde...
"Thank you!" Wow... That came out well for once. I just ordered a smoothie from the kiosk at the mall, and when they handed it over to me, I didn't hesitate or think; the words flew out of my mouth flawlessly. Regularly talking to the pet girls was making a big difference. Saying thank you maybe was not a big deal for most people, but to me, it was a small...
Heather surveyed the tiny cabin. It had taken her less than ten minutes to unpack and organize everything just the way she wanted. OCD. Obsessive-Compulsive, though she knew that her older daughter Megan would add the word Disorder, she refused. Not for something that for Heather was a harmless coping mechanism. Of course, with Megan's degree in psychology,...