A narrative poem about a family therapist’s last case.
— Read on The Worst Case Scenario.
Here’s the revised version of the poem:
To Hell with God and Country By Mark Tulin The family that made me quit therapy had sister who never came home, a mother who neglected her young, an alcoholic father who gambled, and a delinquent son named John. Their row home faced a cement square, around the corner was a convenience store, a crying baby crawling on a dirty carpet in need of a diaper change, and a son who choked his father. The police were called, concerned neighbors outside on stoops, the son was arrested, and Mom booked a flight to Ohio to meet an internet lover named Charles. A family too far gone to salvage. A strew of DSM diagnoses, siblings playing war games, a home in quarantine, relationships on methamphetamine. I tried to help, but there was no love lost between a pack of wolves, a crying shame, no change, a family went their separate ways, a group of lives in a chaotic disarray. To hell with God and Country. I changed my career path, taking down my advanced degrees, my desire to salvage the unsalvageable had put my sanity in jeopardy.
Thank you, Luisa. 🙂
That must have been a very tough decision to come to.
I had been a therapist for years. I felt as though my voice was suppressed. At the time, however, I had a passion for it and therapy gave me meaning. 🙂
A counselor I worked with would some days express the feeling that she had all these people and their problems hanging onto her, and she needed to pluck them off.
That’s a good way of putting it. But my office was so busy that I was always covered. 🌲
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Very well done! I had to take a few moments to listen to your calming voice. What a great break you just gave me! Thank you for painting life with your words.