Art info!!!
My lil profile pic face? My incredible MS Paint talents!
This amazing virtual recreation of my body??? Courtesy of the unbelievably talented @TheElleRazor !!!!!!
How I feel cracking open my twentieth Pokemon game.
Given that the first art I post here isn't Metroid-related is another tall blonde lady, I'm starting to think I have a type.
#pokemon#fancomic#cynthia
@sunken_silk@CALLMEFUNDIP Mira coming just close enough for Zoey to feel better but not reaching out like she feels she doesn’t deserve it rn somebody needs to headbutt chess rn
The couples therapist looked between me and my brother and said:
Therapist: So you two are... not a couple.
Me: No.
Brother: God, no.
Therapist: You're brothers.
Me: Yes.
Therapist: And you booked couples counseling.
Brother: The website said relationship issues.
Therapist: It means romantic relationships.
Me: We have a relationship.
Brother: A problematic one.
Therapist: That's not what this practice handles.
Me: You haven't heard what he did.
Therapist: I don't need to......
Me: He told Mom I skipped Christmas on purpose.
Brother: You did.
Me: I had the flu.
Brother: You had "the flu."
Therapist: I'm not going to facilitate.....
Me: The air quotes were physical. Did you see the air quotes?
Therapist: I did.
Brother: His flu was suspiciously one day long.
Me: Because I rested.
Brother: You texted from a club at midnight.
Me: I recovered quickly.
Therapist: Gentlemen.
We both stopped.
She had the posture of someone deciding whether to charge for this.
Therapist: How long has this been going on?
Me: The Christmas thing?
Therapist: All of it.
Brother: Thirty-four years.
Me: He started it.
Brother: I was born first. I didn't start anything.
Therapist: (writing something) Why did you two come here?
Me: Because we've tried everything else.
Therapist: What's everything else?
Me: Our mom. His wife. My friend who used to be a psych major.
Brother: She said we were exhausting.
Therapist: And yet you're here.
Me: We want to fix it.
Brother: He wants to fix it. I want him to admit the flu.
Therapist: Is the flu symbolic of something larger?
Long pause.
Me: Maybe.
Brother: Probably.
Therapist: Okay.
She clicked her pen.
Therapist: I'm going to ask that we put the flu to the side for now.
Brother: Noted under protest.
Me: Fair.
She started asking real questions after that.
About growing up. About our dad. About who got listened to and who didn't.
Forty minutes in, we weren't fighting anymore.
Not because we solved anything.
Just because someone was actually tracking what we were both saying.
At the end she looked at her notes.
Therapist: I primarily do couples work.
Me: We know.
Therapist: But siblings are just a different kind of long-term relationship trauma.
Brother: That's very validating.
Therapist: Same time next week?
Me: Is that allowed?
Therapist: I'm making an exception.
Brother: (to me) Don't be late.
Me: Unlike Christmas?
Therapist: We said we were putting the flu aside.
Me: Right.
Brother: Right.
She has excellent boundary maintenance.
We booked for three months.