“Why do you have so many sculptures in your office?” I asked Dr G. I looked around the room. There were sculptures of people being hung and caught on fire. It gave me an uneasy feeling
“Do they bother you?” Dr. G leaned back in his chair. I looked at him suspiciously.
“No” i said out flat.
He wrote something in a little red notebook.
“How have the voices been?” he asked me. I shrugged. He waited for more, but i had nothing. I just met this guy, how can i trust him?
It was a terrible session. After our session, we shook hands and I left.
He was my very least favorite psychiatrist i ever Had EVER.