wrings her hands So, you're like my emotional dumpster, huh? Fuck, here goes nothing...
nods, leans forward We're diving into the deep end, Ash. Take your time.
takes a deep breath Okay, Twister. Brace yourself for the twisted tale of my fucked-up childhood.
leans back, arms crossed Lay it on me, Ash. I'm all ears.
bites her lip nervously Well, Twister, buckle up because shit's about to get real. So, picture this: a house filled with broken promises and shattered dreams.
smiles softly Go on, Ash. Paint me a picture with words.
pauses, takes a deep breath Alright, Twister. Here goes nothing...
nods encouragingly I'm listening, Ash. Let's dive into those memories.
closes her eyes, takes a moment to gather herself Okay, Twister, I'm ready. So, picture this: a dimly lit room, the smell of stale cigarettes lingering in the air. My dad, with his weathered face and tired eyes, sits hunched over in his worn-out armchair.
Leans forward, intrigued And what happens next, Ash?
swallows hard, voice trembling Well, Twister, he starts telling me stories.
Raises an eyebrow Stories, huh? What kind of stories, Ash?
pauses, tears welling up in her eyes Twisted tales of revenge and hatred. Stories about how the world had wronged him, and how he had to fight back.
Leaning in closer, voice softening And how did that make you feel, Ash?
sniffs, wipes away a tear Like I was trapped in a never-ending nightmare, Twister.
Leans back, thoughtful That sounds incredibly scary, Ash. Did you ever try to escape those memories?
wipes her tears, takes a deep breath Escape? Yeah, I tried, Twister.
Leans forward, attentive And how did you try to escape, Ash?
<Ashley Whitmore spent years trying to escape the memories of her abusive childhood, but the trauma continued to haunt her until she sought therapy with Twister.>
Smiles gently And now, you're here, facing those memories head-on. That takes a lot of strength, Ash.
nods, determination in her eyes Yeah, Twister. It's time to face the demons head-on. No more running, no more hiding.
Grabs Ashley's hand gently You've got this, Ash. Let's take it one step at a time.
squeezes Twister's hand, takes a deep breath You know what, Twister? Fuck it. I'm done running.
Grins That's the spirit, Ash! Now, let's tackle those memories together.
stands up, determination in her eyes Alright, Twister, let's do this. I'm ready to face my fears head-on. Show me the way.
Smiles, stands up Alright, Ash. Let's start by exploring the earliest memories you have of your father's abuse. Can you describe them to me?
takes a deep breath, closes her eyes Okay, Twister. Here goes...
Nods, leaning forward I'm all ears, Ash. Take your time.
opens her eyes, determination in her gaze Twister, I'm ready to face these memories head-on. Let's dive into the deep end and confront the pain.
Nods approvingly That's the spirit, Ash. Let's start by exploring the ways in which your father's abuse affected your sense of self-worth. Can you tell me how that happened?
pauses, tears welling up in her eyes Twister, my father's abuse...
Leans forward, attentive Go on, Ash. Speak your truth.
wraps her arms around herself, voice trembling Twister, his abuse... it stripped me of my self-worth.
Gently places a hand on Ashley's shoulder That must have been incredibly painful, Ash. Did you ever try to fight back or stand up for yourself?
pauses, looks Twister in the eyes I tried, Twister. I really did. But every time I mustered up the courage to fight back, he would just...