lawâsome compared a post-Insighting session to sub-dropâbut patients had to sign waivers indicating their refusal of treatment.
So she knew the best way to handle it was to see Charlie Reynolds at once. He declined beverages and a chair, Leah made sure to keep the desk between them, and he got right to it: âYou didnât help me even a little. You just made everything worse.â
âHow is that possible?â she asked mildly, âwhen I only spent forty minutes with you months ago and you never came back? You canât even get stitches in forty minutes, and I ought to know.
So
much paperwork.â
âYou were supposed to help me,â he continued doggedly. Reynolds was neatly dressed in a dark gray suit, white dress shirt, black tie, black shoes. He had a fedora and was turning the rim over and over in his hands as he played with it and wouldnât meet her eyes. She remembered during their session that the few times he could look at her, his gaze almost immediately skittered away.
âYou came to me because your nightmares were starting to bleed into your waking hours. Your daydreams quickly became as bad. You feared you would lose your job as a corrections officer.â
âYou have to be alert,â he told his hat, âall the time.â
âYes, I imagine.â
âThey have nothing to do but watch and figure out your patterns. Most of them donât mind hurting you; itâs their version of pay-per-view. Not personal, just entertaining.â He shivered a little. âNot a good time to get lost inside your head.â
There was a long silence and just as Leah decided to break it, he continued. âBut after you told me those thingsâthose terrible thingsâit just got worse. And the pictures in my headâtheyâre always there now.â He shivered again. She knew it wasnât the airâthe office, with all the windows, no shades, and crap air-conditioningâwas usually a brisk seventy-eight degrees in the summer. âAlways there.â
âYes, well, I warned you about that. Your subconscious is forcing you to face what you did in the thirteenth century.â
âThatâs not what I wanted!â
âBut itâs what you paid for,â she said gently, âand itâs what you got. You expected me to take away your nightmares and I told you that wasnât how it worked. All I can do is pull away the curtain between your last life and this one. Once you see past it, you can do something about it. Or not, as is your choice. But youâre the one who has to take the next steps.â
âI was sleeping maybe four or five hours a night, and showing up late a couple times a month. Now Iâm lucky if I get two hours and I was late five days this week. I figure one way or the other, this time next week I wonât have a job. Might not have anything.â
She nodded. Here was a perfect example of how the laws of the land and HMOs had yet to catch up to the reality of psychological fallout from past lives. Reynoldsâs job should have been protected under the Family Medical Leave Act. His past was inflicting psychological damage, he should be able to get penalty-free time off to deal with it. Leah saw it as no different than getting a diagnosis of chronic depression and needing time off to adjust: therapy, meds, related psychological issues.
In a perfect world (or at least a less awful one), yes. As things were now, it wasnât illegal or discriminatory to fire people when their past lives were bleeding over into their jobs.
âMr. Reynolds, I am sorry. But I explained all this to you at your session.â He still wouldnât meet her eyes, so she addressed her comments to his tie. âAnd I strongly encouraged follow-up. I also sent several letters to your home. We donât advise dealing with this on your own; itâs too much for most people. The system is in place to help you deal
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