isiromero (isiromero) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-02-11 20:10:00 |
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There were so many people who needed assistance here. Isabella couldn't understand how this place could even function with all the dysfunction. She wasn't trying to judge them in any way, but she realized the government wasn't the best at holding the well-being of those they felt they owned in their minds. They only worried about the training and the money that went into them. That was why she was trying to do her best to advocate for supers who were being held, though she never knew the extent to which they were being held until she arrived in Limbo. Many, many people were being held against their wills and used as tools for the government. True, there were a few who were here willingly, but she wasn't about to bet that it was more than thirty percent. Many, many messages had to be sent and she had only scratched the surface of that. The therapists, while doing a good job with those who happened to volunteer for therapy, weren't working in a way that she thought was appropriate. They shared every detail with the handlers and left no room for the supers in question to have any kind of secrets. That alone killed any opportunity to make therapy appealing. Other than mandated sessions for those that had experienced trauma in the field, literally no one was using the other voluntary slots that had been made available for them. All of this left the therapists with a lot of free time and very little motivation to do more than play mobile games or watch Netflix. Having Isabella come in shook them to their foundations and two therapists, those more interested in their pocketbooks than helping the people there, quit on the second day she was in the office. The rest seemed more than happy to be able to use their skills to solve the delicate puzzles that some of these supers had become. She appreciated their dedication to these people and assigned the each a short list of names to follow-up with. That way, she had less to have to deal with. Some of the worst or most worrisome stayed with her. Tony happened to be one she wanted to tackle herself. Isi sent a short message to him, asking him to meet her in her office at 8pm in order to chat. And that was all she ever asked for from these supers: a casual chat. She wanted to establish with them that she was a sympathetic ear who would listen and offer coping strategies while also trying to peel away the layers so that they could figure out what was truly bothering them. If it was something they could tackle together then they would tackle it. If it could be tackled alone, she would leave them to their own devices in order to allow them their own personal moment of growth. It had worked well with her children so she figured it would work well here. Allow independence in order to foster trust and growth. Step in when it's needed and ask for help from someone else if it was too much. The psychologist wasn't dressed like she had been on her first few days here. She happened to decide that the "all business" attitude wasn't going to be needed. Occasionally, she had donned her lab jacket, but that was only because it helped warm her up in her very cool office and was part of the standard safety garb of the clinic that she'd been issued. To be honest, she rather liked it. Made her feel like she was working. The real reason behind all of this was that Isi had concluded that if these people saw a business-looking psychologist, they might think she wasn't here to help them at all. If they saw a grandmother in jeans and comfortable shirts, they just might feel more at ease with her. It was disarming to defy expectations and she recognized that. Besides, it had worked with quite a few kids in the facilities and she hoped they would take to her here. |