[IC-Zaifar] Psychology Report: "Year 1321: The Small Man"
[IC-Zaifar] Psychology Report: "Year 1321: The Small Man"
It was his first experience ever taking on a patient. The silver-haired teen was nervous about his first day on the job. Even after a few years of intensive study and training in psychology, Zaifar was still uncertain about his ability to understand and mend the mind. On the contrary, his master, Lord Veilshade, was ascertain of his pupil's competence.
"I don't feel very ready to take on this assignment, Master," Zaifar let out a burdened sigh. "It feels like I haven't grasped enough yet."
The elderly mesmer simply snorted. "Nonsense. Have a little faith in yourself. And haven't I told you not to refer it as 'assignment'? It's -helping-, Amarantha. It's called -helping- someone. Think of it as a charity cause you're doing."
"All right," Zaifar nodded and took a deep breath.
The elderly mesmer led the boy-psychiatrist to the sanitarium, situated in the outskirts of Divinity's Reach. It was often not spoken of; The reputation of the sanitarium was unpopular but not sordid, it had prestige praises among nobles. Over the green fields, the asylum had a facade of open space and the pristine. Sunlight reflected off its white walls and pillars, bright flowers and soft green trees decorated along its walkways to give a calming effect and the marble statue of Lyssa resting on the fountain's pedestal was a fresh, welcoming view upon the eyes.
Zaifar took his time to admire the craftsmanship of the statue as he walked by; Two angelic goddesses of smooth, white marble bodies, leaning against each other and held two halves of a smiling mask upon their bosoms. One would question the motive to place the goddess(es) of duality to guard the sanitarium --Â There was a peculiar oddness to it.
When the two entered the establishment, Zaifar was welcomed by a pleasant, pristine white view of the asylum. More white, more airy space, more archaic decorations -- It was as though the interior was carefully and intently designed for a particular purpose. It could almost rival the Queen's palace.
"Now, Amarantha," Lord Veilshade began, as he lead the younger mesmer to a mahogany door with a gold sign that said: 'Therapy Room'. "I want you to -help- Viscount Maychild. Chat with him, ease his troubles. Do not be confrontational."
"He's a viscount," said Zaifar, quite nervously.
"Yes, he's a viscount," the elder mesmer sighed and rolled his eyes. "But do not be daunted by his status. You read his profile, right?"
Zaifar nodded, though there was hesitance as he lowered his gaze and pushed up his spectacles. "Yes, though he is undiagnosed. According to his profile, he showed symptoms of insomnia, loss of appetite, frequent bouts of panic attacks and was often seen lonesome and forlorn. I can make a guess he's uhm-- Suffering from depression?"
"I want you to not bring any writing materials into the room," said the Lord. "No notes. You can get analytical and study his condition all you want outside the therapy room but no, inside the room -- Just listen, pay attention. Ask gently to let the Viscount open up slowly to you. Do not push - Allow time and coax."
Zaifar blinked and gave a questioning look to his master. "No notes? I can't write down anything? How am I suppose to take note of what he tells me and understand him if I don't get to write?"
"I said -no notes-!" Lord Veilshade snapped back, causing the young mesmer to wilt for a moment. "The point of simply listening and not writing down is not to make the patient feel like a scrutinized specimen! If you pay attention good and give it all to listen, you'll remember what the patient has confided in you well."
"Y-Yes, master," Zaifar swallowed and nodded quickly.
Lord Veilshade turned back to the door and gently encouraged Zaifar to enter. "You'll do just fine, Amarantha. Remember - Give it all to listen and help."
VEILTRUE SANITARIUM, FACILITY OF MENTAL HEALTH
PATIENT NAME: Josiah Maychild
BIRTHDATE: 5th Day, Season of the Phoenix. 1301 AE.
The patient is a young Krytan man, age 20, of frail stature but of good health and no physical abnormalities in his medical history. He was recommended by his mother, Lady Maychild, to come to our asylum for treatment after noticing 'undesirable actions' in his own behaviour. Patient's parents reported the viscount has not been able to sleep well for a long time with occasional bouts of anxiety attacks and panicking at nothing for no reason.
Worthy to note - Subject's mother remarried to Count Maychild and has two half-siblings from his mother's remarriage, his late father was a baron who died from a disease. No friends to be reported.
Patient was very quiet, spoke very little words. There is a certain downtrodden tone to his voice. Often speaking with hesitation, hardly smiled. His hair was not very groomed, weary eyes, crooked nails despite wearing a fine noble attire.
Subject has confided in me that he experienced a heavy feeling within him and impled that he felt his family would be very happy if he could disappear. I assured him that he has his place and value in the family.
We talked about the subject of gods later in our conversation. He seemed to revere Balthazar very much and thought of him as a role model and a being to aspire to be.
Will continue to observe him further in our next few sessions. Also sent a request to visit his manor.
