Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Five minutes later, I stare into the mirror in my office bathroom and blow out a deep breath. I look like crap. I wash my face and pull my shoulder-length chocolate hair back into a ponytail. I am in my green scrubs, a mandatory uniform at SSAC, which stands for Sydney Sexual Awareness Clinic. Our boss feels it desexualizes us. If we are all wearing hospital scrubs, we look more professional, more clinical. I have to agree. I actually look sexless. I could be male or female and you wouldn’t be able to tell. I don’t wear any makeup to work as a twenty-four-year-old, perhaps semi-attractive female. I try to play down my looks.
My patients are damaged, beautiful but damaged. They all have a problem relating to sex or sexualization. They don’t need a psychologist throwing her sexuality and seemingly normal life in their face. What a joke. The irony is I’m just as damaged as them. Some days I feel like I should be the one on the black leather recliner chair telling them my problems, venting my insecurities. Today being a prime example. I take a deep breath and talk out loud to myself, like a total nut case. You’re just unsettled because he’s coming back. I take a deep steadying breath. He’s long forgotten you, Natasha, it’s time you forget him. With a resigned shake of my head, I mutter into the mirror. I wish.
I read through my clinical notes.
Patient: Bethany Marcus
Symptoms: Anorgasmia/inability to orgasm
Clinical Notes: Bethany has been unsuccessful in climaxing for a period of three years. It began when she went through a traumatic experience, i.e., her husband had a twelve-month affair. The marriage has survived; however, Bethany has been troubled since the ordeal. Bethany also suffers violent sexual dreams, which are distressing to her. Bethany blames herself for her husband’s infidelity.
Aim: Bethany would like to stay happily married to her husband, Anthony. She would like to fulfil her role as a wife and mother to her family. Bethany would like to be able to forgive her husband and resume a satisfying sexual relationship with him.
I blow out a breath. I really like my next patient. Bethany is beautiful and smart, with absolutely no confidence. Her cockroach of a husband has done a total number on her and then lets her blame herself for his inability to keep it in his pants. If I had my way, I would just tell her to leave him, but I can’t do that. I have to help her work toward her goal, which unfortunately is a happy life with Anthony. I would like to see Anthony but Bethany won’t allow it.
I open my office door.
“Hi, Bethany.” She smiles shyly and walks into my office. I gesture for her to take a seat. “How have you been since I last saw you?” I ask.
“Not very well,” she quietly answers.
“Oh, why is that?” I ask. She stays silent as I sit and wait for her answer. Sometimes waiting for answers is the hardest part of this role. She shrugs her shoulders.
“I see.”
“How have you been?” she asks me, and I smile. This is typical Bethany; she always puts others before herself and she sees me as a person and not just her therapist.
“Me? I’m good,” I answer. “A little demotivated this week.” I shrug and smile. “You know how it is.” She nods, grateful that my life isn’t perfect. “Tell me what’s happening,” I urge.
“Anthony told me I am terrible in bed.” Her devastated eyes meet mine. What the fuck.
“How did this come about?” I ask, trying to control my anger.
This guy is a total worm.
“We were in bed and you know my problem.” I nod and stay silent. “I just can’t come, I don’t know why. It doesn’t matter what I do, what I think about, it just doesn’t happen.”
“I see.” I nod. “And what happened then?” I keep my voice monotone so as to not throw her train of thought.
“As usual, he got frustrated and asked what the fuck was the matter with me.”
“OK.” I nod. “What did you say?”
“I told him to just finish off as it wasn’t going to happen.
And then, well he just finished off and rolled over.”
“I see.” I stay silent to let her finish, but she remains silent. “What happened then?”
“I told him I was coming to you.”
“Had you not told him before?”
“No, I hadn’t.”
“And what did he say?”
“He told me that no expensive doctor could make me receptive in bed, that I’m a cold fish and that he’s never been with a woman who is so unresponsive.”
“What do you think of that?” I ask.
“He’s right,” she sighs.
“I don’t believe that,” I assert. “You may be unresponsive to him at the moment, but it’s not physical, it’s totally emotional. Bethany, I treat both men and woman who suffer from anorgasmia and they are in loving relationships with a person they can trust.” She nods as she listens. “Have you thought about what we talked about last visit?”