Therapist: Tell me about a time you were happy?
Patient: When it stopped.
Therapist: When what stopped?
Therapist: You're going to have to be a bit clearer.
Patient: I was 13 and they told me that it would be fun, but it wasn't. They gave me some clear drink and it made my head feel fuzzy, but they said I would get used to it.
Therapist: Who are "they"?
Patient: My friends. They took me to a dark room and when they turned the lights on I saw this girl sitting on a foldout- bed. She was kinda fat, you know, not like HUGE, but definitely not like you are. She smiled at me and started taking off her clothes. I really didn't want to do it, but they said it was the only way I could join their club, and I really liked not being alone so I went along with it. One of the guys had a video camera and he kept laughing at how small I was, but the lady told him to hush up cuz he wasn't the biggest either, which made me feel better. So I laid down and she climbed on top of me—which scared me because I thought she would smash me—and then she put my—
Therapist: – Actually, we don’t have to go into detail right now. Why don’t you tell me how it made you feel?
Patient: I can’t really describe it in words. It’s like if you took a piece of paper and colored all the colors in the box on a page, then took the page and crumpled it up, and then you tried to smooth it out flat again. That‘s how I felt while it was happening.
Therapist: I see. When you think about that paper, do you think it can ever be used again?
Patient: *Looks down and shakes his head*
Therapist: And why is that?
Patient: Because, I’m ruined now.
