The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Mr. Wayne, I hope you understand that generally speaking, psychological diagnosis and treatment is a very private matter. Neither patients nor doctors want a third party to be present. No one will be sincere if an unrelated person is listening here. Telling secrets... you're getting in the way of my job.

Bruce saw Schiller turn around and stare at him with his eyes. He found that this Schiller was better at explaining than the professor he knew. If it were the previous professor, he would only get a get out at this moment.

What's creepy is that when faced with this explanation, his brain is providing a sense of security, but his intuition is telling him that this is not a good thing.

It is always irritating to be ignored, but to be watched attentively and patiently explained by such a professor seems to be even more terrifying.

Because he regards you as a kindred spirit, and the way he hopes to continue to maintain friendship with you is to become one more completely.

It's okay. At this time, Professor Pig Face said. He took the initiative to walk to the sofa area in front of the glass screen wall and sat down on the single sofa to the left of the coffee table.

Bruce felt his heart skip a beat, because that was actually Schiller's place, and all visitors could only sit on the big sofa on the right.

Before Schiller turned around, he glanced at Bruce again, but said nothing more. Instead, he turned and walked towards the sofa area.

Bruce finally breathed a sigh of relief. When he took his hand away from the door, a little head popped in. Harley gritted her teeth and said to Bruce: Rich man, are you crazy? How long are you going to occupy Professor Schiller? ?”

Bruce looked around, stretched out his hand and pulled Harley in, then covered her mouth, squatted down and looked at her, and said, Keep quiet, this is not the Professor Schiller you know.

Harley's eyes slowly widened. She poked her head out from behind Bruce, glanced at Schiller's back, her eyes widened, and she lowered her voice and said, Substituted again? But it won't be worse than the previous one. Bar?

Sometimes, you have to trust your instincts. Bruce stood up, walked gently to Schiller's desk, and took out a tape recorder, a notebook and two pens from the drawer on the left.

Bruce carried the recorder to the sofa area and placed the recorder on the coffee table. At this time, Schiller had not yet sat down. He tilted his head and looked at Bruce's movements and said, You look very professional.

No more professional than you. After Bruce put down the recorder, he immediately turned around and walked behind the sofa. At the same time, he grabbed Harley, who wanted to sit on the sofa, and took the notebook and a pen in it. He stuffed it into the little girl's hand, looked forward, and lowered his voice and said, Write down everything you can, and don't make a sound.

After saying that, he took a step back, as Batman often did, and stepped into the shadow of the wall. His entire presence was weakened to the minimum. If he didn't make a sound, it would be as if he was completely integrated into the darkness and disappeared from the room. .

Harley turned her head left and right and looked around, and the moment she raised her head, Schiller's eyes happened to fall on her face?

In an instant, the roots of Harley's hair stood up. She shivered from head to toe, quickly took a step back, pressed her back tightly against the wall, and started writing with her head down.

Schiller withdrew his gaze, took a step forward and walked to the side of the single sofa. He turned his head and looked at the pig-faced professor Valentine and said, If possible, could you please sit across from me?

Valentine raised his head, looked at Schiller with the eyes behind the pig-head mask and asked, Why?

Schiller walked to the coffee table, picked up the tape recorder, and said while debugging: Generally speaking, the layout of a psychiatrist's office is similar. There must be a wooden desk for writing, and a desk that makes people feel warm and comfortable. rug, a warm fireplace, a bed, and two chairs or sofa facing each other.”

This kind of environment layout is actually to make patients feel relaxed. Therefore, most offices will use wooden floors and suspended ceilings.

There will not be overly bright and complicated chandeliers on the ceiling. Instead, natural flames will be used to make the room look a little dark, because this makes it easier to blur the dividing line between reality and dreams, allowing people to better confide their secrets.

So, why didn't you choose two single chairs? Valentin seemed to be asking questions.

Every doctor has his own understanding of the diagnosis and treatment environment. Schiller held the radio and pressed the buttons on it one by one, and continued: I think the patient should be given a broader environment.

First of all, many patients with mental illness may be obese due to taking medications, and single chairs or sofas may make them feel cramped and restricted.

When their bodies touch the armrests, or their backs cannot fully lean on the back of the chair, it will make them pay too much attention to their external posture, resulting in feelings of shame and restraint.

I want my patients to be able to stretch their limbs and not feel trapped in a cage of reality.

Schiller shook his head slightly and said: When a single chair or sofa is produced, no matter where it is placed, it uses its shape to tell everyone that only one person can sit in this position.

This kind of suggestion can make some patients with anxiety disorders feel very panicked and is not conducive to their treatment.

The vast majority of patients with mental illness hope that they can have a space to escape and hide. Although they actually do not have one, they also need similar hints.

If they sit on a multi-person sofa, they can choose to sit opposite me, or they can choose to avoid me and sit in the corner. This way they don't have to face me directly and don't have to bear the responsibility that they are being treated. The psychological implications and the pressure it brings.”

At the same time, I can also judge the severity of their condition by which part of the chair they choose to sit on, and adjust my treatment plan through their demeanor and actions when making choices.

Have I explained it in detail enough? Schiller tilted his head and looked at Valentine. Valentine nodded, then stood up and sat on the sofa opposite. The position he chose was facing the table. Sofa.

Schiller sat down on the single sofa again, placed the recorder on the table, looked at Valentine and asked, Can I record?

Valentine nodded and said, Of course.

Thank you for your cooperation. The recording of the treatment process will only be used for my personal review of your condition and other similar academic research. The process and content of the conversation will be completely confidential.

Click.

The button of the recorder was pressed and the tape began to rotate. Schiller leaned back, folded his hands in front of him, looked at Valentine and said: I can see that this is your first time to see a psychologist. Doctor, generally speaking, there are two modes of psychotherapy, you say, or I say.

Valentine narrowed his eyes. Although he was wearing a mask, no one could see his expression clearly, but perhaps because of this, the emotions in his eyes were very clear, and he felt a little confused.

From the position where Bruce stood, he could just see the profiles of both of them at the same time. A very calm-looking psychiatrist sat face to face with a monster wearing a pig-head mask. There was a small screen on the table that made a slight sound. recorder.

This scene looks scary and weird, but Bruce feels very involved, or in other words, he is looking forward to the content of the next conversation between the two people.

This is actually the first time for Batman to face the inner world of these murderers. He can't wait to know how these cold, cruel, and inhumane natural-born killers view the world and how they view it. my own.

I have already talked about my own experience. Valentin said: But I am here now, just to know what you said. I did not subconsciously regard them as pigs, nor did I regard myself as a butcher. ,What exactly is going on.

Schiller shook his head and said: If you want the treatment process to be led by you, then what you have to do is not to ask me questions, but to express your confusion about something, in any way.

You can talk about the logic that caused you to have this doubt. For example, if you want to know why you don't like eating apples, then you can talk about the apple-related things that happened to you. When did you come into contact with apples? When did you first develop an aversion to apples? How did your palate feel after eating an apple?

Or, you can also start from your emotions and output to me your intense dislike of Apple, whether it is insulting, crying, or repeatedly describing the anxiety and sadness you have experienced.

Schiller stretched out his hands in front of him, and then said: Psychotherapy is not for you to seek the truth. A psychiatrist cannot give you an objectively correct answer.

You come here looking for understanding. I help you understand yourself and let you understand. The psychiatrist understands you and is willing to help you.

If I have to say when did I start hating those people, then maybe it was the day my mother died. Valentin said: Actually, I don't like my father at all. He often follows the engineering team. I would travel here and there, and when I came home, I would just keep complaining about the busy work and high prices.”

He didn't care about me or my mother. All he taught me was to push me away impatiently when I talked to him, or punch me if I offended him.

Does your father engage in domestic violence? Schiller asked.

At that time, people didn't have such a concept. Valentine replied: A son is his father's property. If I was beaten by him, it must be because I did something bad.

At that time, my only hobby was eating. I went to buy cheap bread, butter and dairy products every day and ate them endlessly. Before he died, I was much larger than children of the same age, so I had no friends at all.

Are you sad about your father's death? Schiller asked.

Of course. Valentin nodded and said, But what makes me sadder is that my mother said that our family income has been greatly reduced and I can no longer eat so much.

Children's bulimia. Schiller read softly.

I hated them because after my mother died, no one provided me with so much food anymore. I was sent to a school for special children, but no one liked me there because I was too fat and always... It’s eating by any means necessary.”

When Valentin recounted his childhood experiences, the indifference in his tone made Bruce feel creepy. He was as calm as if he was talking about someone else's affairs, and he didn't feel sad or sad at all.

The way they helped me get rid of bulimia was not to give me any food, so I lost weight very quickly. Valentin nodded lightly and said, Since then, I have My attitude towards food became very strange, I started not to like eating anymore, I even hated eating very much, but I was always hungry.

Later, the special children's education school closed down, but when the students were counted, because I was too thin, the school principal and teachers were accused of child abuse, and I was transferred to a community primary school.

Because I don't like eating, and the teachers there are worried that others will misunderstand that they are abusing me, so they must make me eat, otherwise I can only sit at the table.

Soon, I learned how to control the right amount of weight with the right amount of food like a normal person, but I knew that I had completely lost interest in normal human food, but I was always hungry.

As I grew older, I began to get hungrier and hungrier, but later on, I gradually discovered that the feeling of hunger was not actually hunger.