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different kind of therapy

Updated on April 8, 2011

There were 6 people with deep problems in their life. Rod had autism. Josh was not a happy camper. Jake could not empathize with people very easily. Jane got into a car accident and brain damage caused her to lose a lot of her language skills. Marsha was frustrated by what seemed to be a "naturally bad memory". Gertrude was always having a case of nostalgia, and family members told her that she can be happier by living in the moment. Gertrude has a naturally critical family.

All six of these people met in group therapy one day, despite having a different set of problems. "We have nothing in common!" Jake insisted. All of the others basically agreed, except autistic Rod nodded his head rather than speaking. Unhappy Josh looked to the ground in shame, thinking back on the lack of accomplishments in his life. Brain damaged Jane wanted to put her thoughts into words, but it was if the cat had her tongue. Marsha smiled and awkwardly asked if anyone wanted some gum just to break the silence. Gertrude was an 80 year old woman who's husband had been dead for nearly 20 years, due to a heart attack.

A doctor named Phil (not to be confused with famous Dr Phil) was the therapist for this session. "Alright guys," he started to say in his Oklaholma accent. "You've all got problems, but don't we all. I've got problems too." Rod let out a groan as he felt anxious already, even though they were only there for a few minutes so far. "And the moral of this story is....." Dr Phil took a deep breath in, and then out. The whole entire group looked surprise. "You know what, I'm having some issues right now." Dr Phil remained silent, lost in deep thought as the group gazed at him, wondering what was going on.

Suddenly, the room lit up with a bright light, brighter than the sun. All of their eyes were sealed shut because the light was so bright. Everyone suddenly knew where to start at that point on. Rod started to speak a full sentence as if he was normal. "The cause of my autism my be excessive growth of my brain which occured at an early age." Rod continued to speak. "I need to become a research scientist to find a cure for autism." Josh took a stand and started to give his two cents. "I am going to get to be more musical! I'm going to have a lot of meaningful conversations with people instead of all of this boring small talk. Small talk is for people with small minds! I'll take the risk of being rejected." Josh sat down. Jane was able to temporarily speak just as well as she could before the car accident. "When I study words, I'll focus on the harder ones from now on rather than being so easy on myself. Also, I'm going to learn Spanish! It has been a long neglected dream since I was a child." Jane sat down. Marsha stood up and shared her plan. "I'll work on this bad memory of mine. I don't have a real memory problem any more than anyone else does. I'll write down ways to remember things more easily by associating memories with objects and other memories." Gertrude stood up without her cane, something which she needed every time she got out of a chair. "I'm proud of my memories. My memories echo. I will keep up this nostalgia, and be glad. I'll tell my family to shove it. The next family member that tells me I should be in a nursing home is going to get yelled at."

The bright glowing light gradually started to fade away as people got more and more calm. Dr Phil looked up as he was unconscious that whole time. "Does anybody know what time it is?"


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      Vernon Bradley 7 years ago from Yucaipa, California

      Very interesting, perhaps provocative hub. So was Dr. Phil enlightened? Is therapy enLIGHTenment? Is there light living behind our eyeballs where we usually think only darkness lives? Can each and every person be a Dr. Phil? Or is there actually a light, as in strobe light therapy that resets our brain clock? Or is all this up to us the reader to decide? M-m-m. I love the narrative and the scene that unfolds in the bright light. As a therapist, I think sometimes it does happen like this. Most recently, I watched a woman grow ten years younger in her facial features during the course of the session.

      Thanks for the hub.