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concoursec2013-09-09 01:48 am
espio) wrote in concoursec2013-09-09 01:48 am
Issues
Characters: Espio the Chameleon, Touma H. Norstein
Location: Infirmary
Rating: PG-ish.
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Espio finally decides that maybe, just maybe he needs a little bit of professional help. Discussions of mental health issues.
Reflecting and reflecting and reflecting on everything wasn't helping Espio very much. If anything, it was making it worse. Over the last several weeks, ever since that family meeting, Espio had just been feeling more and more... exhausted. He didn't want anything to do with anyone anymore. Even going to his classes to teach was a chore.
By now, however, Espio had realised that it wasn't just a matter of feeling down. He could feel down at any time, but surely he should be able to just get back on his feet and deal with it! He always had done before - what was so different this time?
Unfortunately, it seemed that just getting up and dealing with it wasn't as easy as just that anymore. He needed a little bit of support. Marco's family, they were trying, but... even if he could fess up that they were part of the problem, he couldn't saddle them with his problems! They'd just wonder why he couldn't deal with it by himself anyway, he was sure, and would probably just blame him when their help turned out to be no help at all. Even he could see that the real problem was him, not them.
No. He'd have to go visit someone trained to deal with this kind of stuff - someone who'd likely seen other people experience those feelings before. To be honest, Espio didn't know what he expected out of it, but with some reluctance he finally made arrangements to speak to someone who knew what they were doing, and visited the Infirmary during one morning.
Location: Infirmary
Rating: PG-ish.
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Espio finally decides that maybe, just maybe he needs a little bit of professional help. Discussions of mental health issues.
Reflecting and reflecting and reflecting on everything wasn't helping Espio very much. If anything, it was making it worse. Over the last several weeks, ever since that family meeting, Espio had just been feeling more and more... exhausted. He didn't want anything to do with anyone anymore. Even going to his classes to teach was a chore.
By now, however, Espio had realised that it wasn't just a matter of feeling down. He could feel down at any time, but surely he should be able to just get back on his feet and deal with it! He always had done before - what was so different this time?
Unfortunately, it seemed that just getting up and dealing with it wasn't as easy as just that anymore. He needed a little bit of support. Marco's family, they were trying, but... even if he could fess up that they were part of the problem, he couldn't saddle them with his problems! They'd just wonder why he couldn't deal with it by himself anyway, he was sure, and would probably just blame him when their help turned out to be no help at all. Even he could see that the real problem was him, not them.
No. He'd have to go visit someone trained to deal with this kind of stuff - someone who'd likely seen other people experience those feelings before. To be honest, Espio didn't know what he expected out of it, but with some reluctance he finally made arrangements to speak to someone who knew what they were doing, and visited the Infirmary during one morning.
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"Sometimes it takes some manning up to get help with your problems too," he said gently, as he finished off his notes. "You've taken a good first step."
He glanced down at his page, reviewing what had and hadn't been said.
"We'll come back to those thoughts soon, but first, have you been experiencing any physical symptoms? Headaches, dizziness, pain anywhere, appetite or digestive problems, sleeping problems, fatigue? Or is it only emotional symptoms?"
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"I've always been prone to headaches," he answered, after a moment. "And I suppose I have been sleeping more. I don't wake up with the morning announcements anymore - my classes are in the afternoon, so I don't see the point." He'd even stopped making lunches for everyone in his family, which was usually the first thing he did in the morning. "But even with the extra sleep, I'm tired. Probably just too much sleep, really."
He thought for a moment about the other things Touma mentioned, but dizziness and pain certainly weren't an issue, and he thought his appetite was fine even though he was eating at somewhat irregular times.
"That's all, I think. Probably nothing to do with it, though."
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His gaze flicked further up his page, checking something, before he turned the page to a fresh sheet. Once again, he'd wait until Espio had finished or at least paused significantly before he'd start writing anything down.
"You mentioned earlier that this might go back to one big thing. Can you please tell me what that is?"
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"My last memory of my homeworld was seeing reality collapse around me," he explained, voice flat. "The Special Zone is - was - built on waste Chaos Energy. Someone discovered how to withdraw all that energy back into its source, decided to actually do it... and succeeded. I'm only alive because Time Compression dragged me here - everyone else, in a whole universe, was lost."
He shook his head, trying not to think too deeply about it. "Basically, everyone died and I have no home to go back to."
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"I'm sorry," he said quietly, sincerely. "How did you react when you first found out?"
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"I know I sort of switched off, and holed myself up for a long time. I worried a lot of people... I think Bulla even thought I'd throw myself off the roof!" He gave a nervous laugh.
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