HEALE R OF T HE HU MAN M I N D .

“Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.” ― Pablo Neruda Roger Sweets || 36 || Head psychologist of the Harlow Hall mental rehabilitation facility || Father of patient Beth Sweets || bio

[rogersweets]

   It's past curfew. Honestly, it's common knowledge to be in bed by eleven, it's not the hardest rule.

[rogersweets]

ceciliacollins:

Wouldn’t that be splendid? I’m still praying for breast cancer or a brain tumor.

   Shouldn't you be happy you're alive? Given your circumstances...

[rogersweets]

ceciliacollins:

If you’re going to make me go back in there, at least have the decency to give a gal a smoke.

   Do you truly want to add lung cancer to your list of problems, Ms. Collins?

[janeyfitzgerald]

Goddamn security.

[rogersweets]

Just doing their jobs, Ms. Fitzgerald. 

[notoliviaboone]

I’ve been drinking champagne on boats all goddamn weekend.

[rogersweets]

Living in luxury, I see?

[lisaholtrp-blog]

She had stop yelling at him but her chest kept going up and down as she began heavily breathing, fast and short breaths while grinding her teeth trying to calm down but only getting dizzy and feeling like her head was going to explode. His voice, so calm, so perfectly bouncing off the walls and purring into her ears, she shrugged as tears fell down her lap. She couldn’t speak without crying, she wasn’t making sense of what was happening, or what she should say or what they were talking about, it was slowly slipping away but his words kept dancing in her mind, increasing and lowering it’s volume until she heard it like whispers. “I need you to listen to me, doctor. I need you to stop thinking like a doctor and start thinking as a fucking person who can’t just write down everything I say and think you can get away with it because that’s not what I need what I need is for Aaron to come pick me up like he said he would an hour ago!” her tongue getting tangle with old things she had said, her thoughts all messed up. She was suddenly very confused…

[rogersweets]

The doctor had found himself entranced with her words. He couldn't understand why it was suddenly hard to examine the patient without being objective- that was his job, to give unbiased help, to save people from themselves without letting his feelings get in the way. Albeit, the unanticipated empathy was drawn out from somewhere deep inside him; clawing at and clamping down on things he's been avoiding for almost too long. He, himself, felt like he was on the receiving end of this appointment, and couldn't quite bounce back from the girl's words. He noticed her reference to her life outside of the facility like noticing a sparrow flying in a skein of geese. Something that was too far away to be blunt, but lucky he was staring at it long enough to notice. "Surely you understand I mustn't stop thinking like a doctor, because I am a doctor. I may not be brilliant, and I may not even do you any good, but what of a person am I if I don't try?" He asks her as if it will shut her up. He knows it won't, but it sure makes him think. Makes him remember why he went back into med school, to help people like his brother, and his mom, and all that he could think about was the countless times he had to question his detachment from his own heart just to help them. How many times he had to swallow the lump in his throat to help give his mother a sedative, or how many times he had to stop shaking so that he could stop one of his brothers' seizures. Everything in his brain was, as he assumed, just as knotted as Lisa's. 

[ceciliacollins]

Am I in trouble?

[rogersweets]

As a doctor, I have to say yes.

But as a human... we can pretend that never happened. If you explain to me what just happened.

[emilia-quinn]

We keep to ourselves.

[rogersweets]

And that has been effective? 

[eve-foster]

Dr. Eve Foster, a pleasure.  [ Accepting his hand shake, she smirks, interested in the new colleague ]

[rogersweets]

So, Dr. Foster. 

You wouldn't mind explaining to me how things have been going on around here, would you? 

[lisaholtrp-blog]

Lisa looked down relaxing her face but it wasn’t a sign of relaxation… it was a sign of annoyance. She was sick and tired of everyone telling her to relax when all she was trying to do is not burst into tears in front of everyone, or start banging her head against the wall, or pull her hair, or any of the things that helped her cope with the over-washing fear of being around so many people who didn’t want to talk to her or just cried or complaint. She was starting to get real paranoid about what other people thought of her again and it was not a good thing. Like all of her progress she had made through out her last years of battling her mental illness was slowly disappearing. “I can’t fucking relax, because no one is telling me what i want to, need to listen. That’s your problem, you don’t listen to me, you hear and write down an x on the thought you think might give away my fucked up diagnosis, but you don’t listen to me, you don’t listen to me, you don’t listen to me!”

[rogersweets]

Had Lisa not reminded Roger so much of Beth, he wouldn't have even considered being so suddenly aggravated. The way she talked and shouted and looked even, he felt provoked. Even though Beth was just down the hall and he got this treatment almost daily, he still had this sad recollection of her mother, and down crashed the floodgates to a reckless abundance of thoughts he'd been trying too hard to avoid. As professional as he was, he still remained sullen and calm, but he shifted in his seat uncomfortably, and anyone who knew him well enough would be backing away slowly. His lungs inflated and emptied a few slow times, trying to allow her to catch herself- so that when he responded, her mind wasn't still in a knot. It was difficult for him to help people who were already gone. He felt as if he were trying to fix something that had already been pulverized to a sand.  "What do you want me to hear?" he asked her, his voice was still, terrifyingly still.

[tovefieldsx-blog]

Dylan?

[tovefieldsx-blog]

I am not going to fucking

collect my thoughts, when the boy I am beginning to love like a son is looking for his boyfriend and nobody will give him any information! For gods sake, he thinks Dylan is dead!

Who the hell even are you?

[rogersweets]

I have received all files of the current patients and have reviewed each of them more times than I care to count, and I have no recollection of a Dylan anywhere in them, I'm sorry, Ms. Long.

Dr. Sweets. 

[shjnjngopal]

Alright, then. At least it’s finished now though.

Oh, so your the new head I was told about! Hello, I’m Doctor Greenwood, but please, call me Kathleen.

[rogersweets]

Doctor Greenwood will do just fine. 

[rogersweets]

clara-rhodes:

Several months at least. 

How are things normally situated?

[eve-foster]

Well that makes things more interesting doesn’t it?

[rogersweets]

Dr. Roger Sweets. [ He takes a boorish breath, and extends a hand firm hand to shake ] 

[ceciliacollins]

Cheap bastard. I hope you rot.

[rogersweets]

Ms. Collins?

[gailbernath-hh]

S-s-someone, please, please tell—tell me—

[rogersweets]

Miss?

[tovefieldsx-blog]

Dylan?

Someone b-better tell me where he is right this fucking minute.

[rogersweets]

Ms. Long, I highly suggest you collect your thoughts before things get out of hand...