Dr. Cloud: Good to see you, Riley. How was your day?
Riley: How do you think?
Dr. Cloud: I think what I think isn’t important.
Riley: But you think I should still be coming here.
Dr. Cloud: Yes.
Dr. Cloud: Why don’t you tell me about your day?
Riley: Oh, I don’t know. Why don’t I?
Dr. Cloud: Ri--
Riley: It was fine.
Dr. Cloud: What was fine about it?
Riley: The whole f--. The whole thing was fine. My annoying fucking alarm, my mom watching me change clothes, my classes, my -- and who the fuck cares about school, anymore? Who the fuck ever cared about school?
Dr. Cloud: Why don’t we come back to school. You seem frustrated.
Riley: [rolls eyes]
Dr. Cloud: Tell me: how is the chair working for you?
Riley: I’d rather talk about school.
Dr. Cloud: I know this is hard, Riley. Remember last week I asked you to think of one thing about your chair that you like?
Riley: Yeah, well. I haven’t exactly been doing my homework.
Dr. Cloud: [a small smile] But, say you had...?
Riley: I guess... I guess it’s better than fucking-- sorry -- crawling through school.
Dr. Cloud: All right. That’s a good place to start.
Riley: If you say so.
Dr. Cloud: What is -- what would be -- bad about crawling through school, Riley?
Riley: Are you -- you’re kidding.
Dr. Cloud: I’m serious. Tell me.
Riley: Well, aside from the floors being fucking disgusting, it would be... Jesus. It would be humiliating to crawl around while everyone else is walking. “Who let that freak in?” You know?
Dr. Cloud: So someone who does something different from ‘everyone else’ -- they’re a freak?
Riley: Yeah. No. I mean. That’s what they’d think. And the floors are gross.
Dr. Cloud: Do they think you’re a freak for being in a wheelchair?
Riley: [presses lips together]
Dr. Cloud: Have any comments been made, Riley?
Riley: [shakes head] It’s... the first time they’ve been able to see it.
Dr. Cloud: See what, Riley?
Riley: See that I’m different from them.
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