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circlesofthemindWho: Alec Campbell and Justin Campbell
What: Finding the Balls
Where: Sydney, Australia
When: After this
Alec had gotten pretty good over the years of being able to scrutinise his patients without them realising he was. It was just basic human nature that how a person was, was often the most clear when they didn’t think they were being assessed. When they had to be in the presence of anyone who could or should be analysing them, emotional walls or barriers could reflexively come up. Justin had always been difficult to read sometimes, while others, how he was could be written all over every inch of him. He often didn’t know he was being either, so it wasn’t that he purposefully blocked anyone trying to help him by interacting with him. Alec had learned during their first few interactions after he met him that if Justin wanted to block you out, he didn’t try to hide it. Sometimes, he didn’t want to or couldn’t communicate how someone needed him too or he just didn’t have the energy to engage. That was okay. Alec had all the time in the world for his nephew. The simple fact was, Justin trusted him as a psychiatrist and he was one of the many therapists who had worked with Justin regarding his C-PTSD who Justin trusted with things he had completely stonewalled other therapists on, leading to significant breakthroughs in relation to his traumatic past.
He had been sitting with Justin for close to three hours now. At first, he tried the usual talk therapy techniques to see how receptive he might be to talking about what was going on in his head since Sash had woken up and it became evident he was suffering from post-traumatic amnesia and possibly other neurological deficits that could yet be fully assessed. After that, Justin withdrew right into himself again and had refused to go back in to see Sash again. Or, at least, he had declined the offer any time anyone asked if he wanted to visit with Sash again. It had been days now and Sash had become confused about whether Justin had even been there at all. It was easy to make assumptions as to why he didn’t want to go back but with Justin, assumptions were always a dangerous game. No one knew really what he was thinking or feeling, let alone why.
( Alec had his suspicions but so far, Justin hadn’t been ready to talk about anything... )
LOG, COMPLETE
What: Finding the Balls
Where: Sydney, Australia
When: After this
Alec had gotten pretty good over the years of being able to scrutinise his patients without them realising he was. It was just basic human nature that how a person was, was often the most clear when they didn’t think they were being assessed. When they had to be in the presence of anyone who could or should be analysing them, emotional walls or barriers could reflexively come up. Justin had always been difficult to read sometimes, while others, how he was could be written all over every inch of him. He often didn’t know he was being either, so it wasn’t that he purposefully blocked anyone trying to help him by interacting with him. Alec had learned during their first few interactions after he met him that if Justin wanted to block you out, he didn’t try to hide it. Sometimes, he didn’t want to or couldn’t communicate how someone needed him too or he just didn’t have the energy to engage. That was okay. Alec had all the time in the world for his nephew. The simple fact was, Justin trusted him as a psychiatrist and he was one of the many therapists who had worked with Justin regarding his C-PTSD who Justin trusted with things he had completely stonewalled other therapists on, leading to significant breakthroughs in relation to his traumatic past.
He had been sitting with Justin for close to three hours now. At first, he tried the usual talk therapy techniques to see how receptive he might be to talking about what was going on in his head since Sash had woken up and it became evident he was suffering from post-traumatic amnesia and possibly other neurological deficits that could yet be fully assessed. After that, Justin withdrew right into himself again and had refused to go back in to see Sash again. Or, at least, he had declined the offer any time anyone asked if he wanted to visit with Sash again. It had been days now and Sash had become confused about whether Justin had even been there at all. It was easy to make assumptions as to why he didn’t want to go back but with Justin, assumptions were always a dangerous game. No one knew really what he was thinking or feeling, let alone why.
( Alec had his suspicions but so far, Justin hadn’t been ready to talk about anything... )
LOG, COMPLETE