Post by Nathan Webb on Nov 19, 2011 22:58:06 GMT -6
The next few days after my therapy session were a blur. I spent more time with Rose, usually because she sought me out. The interesting about our conversations was that we never usually discussed our respective problems, we already knew them and we there was an unspoken idea between us that we didn’t need to languish in our psychological problems. In fact our conversations were about pro wrestling and the ins and outs of the industry. Apparently seeing the drama play out in the business was something she found fascinating and in her words…”seeing the actions of some of those people makes me wonder what the individual saw as sane or insane. It definitely is its own case study.”
These conversations did something else as well that may not have been welcome to me but was still necessary. Force me to think about pro-wrestling and how I was going to make my return. I hadn’t watched the drama unfold since my time at Hill Crest, but I did wonder how the roster, staff and even the audience would take me returning…whenever I left this place. Would they react in anger, fear, or even understanding of my situation? It was still hard to gauge but like Dr. Reilly said I had to continue emphasizing the good about me and actually allowing my emotions to show and not forcing them down.
Of course everything was going to come to a head even sooner than I could imagine.
A few days after my one on one appointment I found myself in Dr. Riley’s office once more. She sat once again near her desk with a notepad in her lap. I sat across from her in the same office chair, my feet propped up on a nearby ottoman.
“So how have you been?” Dr. Reilly asked.
“For what it’s worth, considering my circumstances, surprisingly well.” I replied
Dr. Reilly nodded her head. “Good…good. And how are you recovering from your injuries?”
“Pretty good as of late.” This was actually the truth coming out of my mouth. The cane had become more of a fashion statement as of late especially with rose paining it all black with white webbing painted on it. While it still hurt to make certain movements, especially sudden ones, I was able to walk and move fairly easily.
“Let me cut to the chase then.” Dr. Reilly said. “You are going to be released from here on Thursday. The word I am getting is that you are requested on Sunday for the Collision television show and at that time will be under the care of New Championship Wrestling’s resident psychiatrist Dr. Reilly Griffin as he sees fit.”
I nodded. While I was apprehensive about leaving, it was certainly a welcoming thought to try to move on with my life while also finally defeating my biggest enemy, myself.
“But…”
Of course there was a but.
“I have already arranged for Rose to be a part of New Championship Wrestling as well.”
I had to shake my head and profusely blink when I heard those words. I couldn’t believe the words that came out of the doctor’s mouth.
“No offense Doctor but I believe you just said that you were going to be releasing Rose…and having her as a part of NCW. Is this correct?”
Dr. Reilly nodded. “Yes, in fact she will be under your care. Are you saying she is to “insane” to be let out?”
I shook my head. “On the contrary I know she isn’t, In fact I welcome her release but I don’t think it’s appropriate to release her into a pack of wolves.”
“Then that is where you come in, Mr. Webb, or is it Mr. Nate.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes hearing that. “You are going to be the one responsible for her training and success within the company.”
“What is that supposed to do Doc?”
“It will force you to trust someone and let your guard down for once. Whether you like it or not you need to learn that not being alone is not such a bad thing.”
“So what is Rose getting out of all this?”
“She herself is going to be re-integrated back to the real world. Unfortunately I have kept her sheltered here for way to long. That was my fault, and frankly you coming here was the greatest blessing.”
“So essentially we are both jumping into the proverbial water of our problems together. I am dealing with being someone other than an introverted loner and Rose getting a harsh lesson in the realities of life after being sheltered away here.”
I shook my head…I knew I had no choice but that didn’t mean I liked it all the same. I had to take responsibility for someone other than myself and that other person was not even a child. She may have been child-like in some cases but not a child just the same. But I could see the underlying tones of why she wanted Rose with me. Like myself she had no family and like myself there would be nothing but wrestling that we could find ourselves in with our personalities and temperaments. Our relationship may have been platonic but it would be put to the test.
“Does Rose know yet?” I asked
“She does, and while apprehensive she is excited.” Dr. Riley responded. After a brief period of silence where I was left to soak the conversation in, Dr. Riley requested me to follow her. We passed through the halls that had become my home this past month to the common area where the patients were watching Rose do “The Black Swan” number from Swan Lake. While it was apparent that she lacked the mastery of precision and control of a professional dancer she still did it with a grace and beauty that many would find admirable. The patients themselves were fixated up her and from there looks I could understand it all.
Rose like them was an outcast of society. The patients in there were not put in Hill Crest for being criminally insane but for being the outcasts and unwanted members of society. They could not or would not be looked after by their own family and friends and while Rose may have been the more adjusted member of the group she was still their friend…no sister rather of this rag tag group of individuals. She would listen to them, help them, and deal with their problems like no one could or would. She was not merely one of them, she was the one who would love them despite their problems.
But being the most adjusted one she had to spread her wings and fly like the swan she was. She had to stop sheltering herself and being sheltered in this small world that she had called home for the past ten years.
Now it was my turn to show Rose the love and compassion she never had from a family ever since her father died. I had to be to Rose what she was to the patients, this time in a real world environment. Whether I liked it or not we were stuck together for the long haul and it was time for both of us to face our respective fears.
Rose looked to me and batted her eyes in an acknowledgement of my presence. For the first time in a long time I smiled at that but I had to admit there was apprehension with it. The world was a scary place…I guess it was going to a crash course for both of us.
These conversations did something else as well that may not have been welcome to me but was still necessary. Force me to think about pro-wrestling and how I was going to make my return. I hadn’t watched the drama unfold since my time at Hill Crest, but I did wonder how the roster, staff and even the audience would take me returning…whenever I left this place. Would they react in anger, fear, or even understanding of my situation? It was still hard to gauge but like Dr. Reilly said I had to continue emphasizing the good about me and actually allowing my emotions to show and not forcing them down.
Of course everything was going to come to a head even sooner than I could imagine.
A few days after my one on one appointment I found myself in Dr. Riley’s office once more. She sat once again near her desk with a notepad in her lap. I sat across from her in the same office chair, my feet propped up on a nearby ottoman.
“So how have you been?” Dr. Reilly asked.
“For what it’s worth, considering my circumstances, surprisingly well.” I replied
Dr. Reilly nodded her head. “Good…good. And how are you recovering from your injuries?”
“Pretty good as of late.” This was actually the truth coming out of my mouth. The cane had become more of a fashion statement as of late especially with rose paining it all black with white webbing painted on it. While it still hurt to make certain movements, especially sudden ones, I was able to walk and move fairly easily.
“Let me cut to the chase then.” Dr. Reilly said. “You are going to be released from here on Thursday. The word I am getting is that you are requested on Sunday for the Collision television show and at that time will be under the care of New Championship Wrestling’s resident psychiatrist Dr. Reilly Griffin as he sees fit.”
I nodded. While I was apprehensive about leaving, it was certainly a welcoming thought to try to move on with my life while also finally defeating my biggest enemy, myself.
“But…”
Of course there was a but.
“I have already arranged for Rose to be a part of New Championship Wrestling as well.”
I had to shake my head and profusely blink when I heard those words. I couldn’t believe the words that came out of the doctor’s mouth.
“No offense Doctor but I believe you just said that you were going to be releasing Rose…and having her as a part of NCW. Is this correct?”
Dr. Reilly nodded. “Yes, in fact she will be under your care. Are you saying she is to “insane” to be let out?”
I shook my head. “On the contrary I know she isn’t, In fact I welcome her release but I don’t think it’s appropriate to release her into a pack of wolves.”
“Then that is where you come in, Mr. Webb, or is it Mr. Nate.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes hearing that. “You are going to be the one responsible for her training and success within the company.”
“What is that supposed to do Doc?”
“It will force you to trust someone and let your guard down for once. Whether you like it or not you need to learn that not being alone is not such a bad thing.”
“So what is Rose getting out of all this?”
“She herself is going to be re-integrated back to the real world. Unfortunately I have kept her sheltered here for way to long. That was my fault, and frankly you coming here was the greatest blessing.”
“So essentially we are both jumping into the proverbial water of our problems together. I am dealing with being someone other than an introverted loner and Rose getting a harsh lesson in the realities of life after being sheltered away here.”
I shook my head…I knew I had no choice but that didn’t mean I liked it all the same. I had to take responsibility for someone other than myself and that other person was not even a child. She may have been child-like in some cases but not a child just the same. But I could see the underlying tones of why she wanted Rose with me. Like myself she had no family and like myself there would be nothing but wrestling that we could find ourselves in with our personalities and temperaments. Our relationship may have been platonic but it would be put to the test.
“Does Rose know yet?” I asked
“She does, and while apprehensive she is excited.” Dr. Riley responded. After a brief period of silence where I was left to soak the conversation in, Dr. Riley requested me to follow her. We passed through the halls that had become my home this past month to the common area where the patients were watching Rose do “The Black Swan” number from Swan Lake. While it was apparent that she lacked the mastery of precision and control of a professional dancer she still did it with a grace and beauty that many would find admirable. The patients themselves were fixated up her and from there looks I could understand it all.
Rose like them was an outcast of society. The patients in there were not put in Hill Crest for being criminally insane but for being the outcasts and unwanted members of society. They could not or would not be looked after by their own family and friends and while Rose may have been the more adjusted member of the group she was still their friend…no sister rather of this rag tag group of individuals. She would listen to them, help them, and deal with their problems like no one could or would. She was not merely one of them, she was the one who would love them despite their problems.
But being the most adjusted one she had to spread her wings and fly like the swan she was. She had to stop sheltering herself and being sheltered in this small world that she had called home for the past ten years.
Now it was my turn to show Rose the love and compassion she never had from a family ever since her father died. I had to be to Rose what she was to the patients, this time in a real world environment. Whether I liked it or not we were stuck together for the long haul and it was time for both of us to face our respective fears.
Rose looked to me and batted her eyes in an acknowledgement of my presence. For the first time in a long time I smiled at that but I had to admit there was apprehension with it. The world was a scary place…I guess it was going to a crash course for both of us.