First session, first week...When sitting on a chair facing the couch, he organizes himself, placing a folder on his lap, which contains the initial information obtained via telephone. He takes a small recorder and the usual notepad out of his pocket to begin.Now on the exquisite red velvet divan, with legs that resemble a lion's paws, made of carved wood, which appear to be twisted and with golden details, is Rúbia. She runs her hand over the velvet and remembers her mother, who sat on it while being listened to by a man, who also visited her quite frequently. And they spent hours talking alone when her father was traveling and much less time when her father was at home.“Beautiful furniture!” Praise him.“It was imported from Europe, precisely from Portugal, as was all the furniture here. I confess that this baroque style, typical of a noble European residence, is not really my style, but it reminds me of my parents and... my childhood...” he reveals, with a certain nostalgia.The
Third session, third week....Now, given the entire context of her life, he asks her to reach the culmination:“Describe the dream..., or dreams...” he demands when he realizes that she is already becoming redundant in talking about the details of her dramatic life.The patient takes a deep breath and, showing a lot of effort, manages to release the words, slowly, as if she were trying to experience and narrate at the same time.“In one of the dreams...” he whispers, after crossing his fingers and placing his elbows on his knees. At that moment, she changes her expression and continues with some reluctance: “... I see myself walking through a very beautiful field..., it looks like a park, similar to the ones we have here..., but not exactly one of them..., where..., where some mothers take their children to have fun. I notice that... there are toys..., slides, swings... A beautiful lake... where..., where I can see some of the mothers sitting on the lawn around..., serving treats, eac
The doctor finds her point of view relevant, so, without delay, he writes it down in his notebook, already with several enigmatic details about the patient.“Even though you are sure that everything is being recorded, when you check carefully every moment, do you still take notes?” She asks, confused.“These are observations and not your report. The observations have to do with your expression and posture... things that the voice recorder cannot capture... You can continue, ma'am...” he signals.“I understand... Well..., faced with this situation... very tense by the way... out of nowhere, I start looking reprehensibly at the horrified mothers. They are all crowded around me and..., it's as if I... demanded... without words... just with my gaze..., that they face 'my children' without prejudice...I behave as if I were proud with my monsters in my arms...” thoughtfully, she pauses again as if she were analyzing herself.“It is common for human beings..., after reluctance and, finally,
Regarding patient confidentiality, there was no doubt that the doctor would be completely trustworthy. That was one of the reasons she hired him. Only after making sure of this did, she undergo treatment, precisely with him.About that she was right. He took it so seriously that even students and colleagues believed he exaggerated. The names in patient records and charts were pseudonyms. And the notes, made by hand, looked more like hieroglyphics. As for the ribbons, they were as well guarded as they would be if they were gold.From the initial visit of that strange man, who revealed nothing more than his first name and remained locked up with Mrs. Rúbia, who still, inexplicably, had been avoiding her handsome husband for a long time, generated distrust among the servants.One of the maids couldn't contain her curiosity, especially when she accidentally heard some strange sounds coming from the room that she and the others described as “the room with the velvet bed”. And to feed the i
Eighth session, eighth week....Very close to “birth”As she takes a deep breath, Rúbia relaxes and decides to narrate, in a more succinct way, the second nightmare that constantly torments her.“In this..., the scenario is different...” she says, in a technical way. “I'm very young, like 15 years old and... I can even see my parents alive and happy... I'm mentioning this because they were very in love when I was very young. For the record, when I was a teenager, my father kind of avoided her. I even witnessed him say that it was her fault for her behavior... When he said that, what I found most strange was that she simply lowered her head, as if she really were to blame..." reveals Rúbia, somewhat confused...The doctor seems to find this information relevant, so he takes note of how the patient behaved when faced with this detail.After a pause, as if they were reflecting, she continues saying:“Going back to the dream..., I'm very young, about 15 years old and... I can even see my
Twentieth session, twentieth week.... It's a Friday and it's almost late afternoon... Weekends became the most tense and reflective moments for Rúbia, from the first emotional shock she experienced, to the present day. During working days, she tries to fill her time with business responsibilities, and this has become very effective. Even though she hates dealing with business, such routines have had the effect of transporting her to a world far from emotional reality, from intimate problems. However, something similar to a wad of cotton inside her gives the feeling that each tear contained makes her heavier and heavier. Being alive on a Monday was the same as surviving a battle. Once upon a time, as a child, weekends were the happiest and most anticipated days for her. Her parents had a good relationship with each other and always took her to the city parks. It was not for nothing that feelings were eating away at her, pushing her towards depression. Every day, life showed her wh
On the outskirts of the capital, in a building that looks abandoned...“Both the worst and best things depend on a first step, to actually happen.” Reasons a dark-looking man. “In life, not everything that precedes a success is a mistake and vice versa.... We take risks in all our actions or, in the absence of them...” argues Magalhães with the cocktail supplier.“The rats and monkeys had some reactions and so we added something else to the cocktail. But regarding prolonged use, we didn’t have good results, so… I suggest regulating that.” Alert the stranger.“I promise to take it into account. But I don’t have more time and… I could lose the ideal patient for this at any moment.” The doctor concludes and leaves shortly afterwards with a certain amount of the product.Eight days later...It was early in the morning and it had been raining a lot, for so long that it was already very cold. The sound and the ideal atmosphere for those who liked and could sleep or, for thos
The conclusion of this was that: “... The range of articles written around this game increased her eagerness even more. Considering that she was encouraged to take time off from business to focus on herself, the time available became a contributing factor to all the rapid learning.Similar to a parasitic worm, her unconscious forced her to acquire more and more nutrients from books.On the other hand, every detail, peculiarity, curiosity and technique of the hobby gradually replaced the space once occupied by the memories that corroded her.The process went further... Her brain was regenerating and gradually the old connections were being disconnected. What would normally take years, according to neuroscientists, in her case was happening as a daily process, with very noticeable results.The memories remained in the mind, as I was able to see and access through the sessions, as well as the pain they carry, but in a compact form, without details. Something that resembles photographs th