Today has been longer than days usually are.
I saw a young guy, a client, at work; he was mandated to attend. He was one of four that I saw today, but he’s stuck in my mind.
He lied a lot at first; before he trusted me, I suppose.
He doesn’t talk to people, he doesn’t ask for help, he doesn’t let on that he’s not okay, because being not okay is being weak. Because not being able to deal on your own with being not okay is weak.
By the end of the session he was disclosing thoughts of self harm, thoughts of suicide, attempted suicide. What it might take for him to attempt suicide again (not much).
I had him for an hour and he refused to ever come back or ever come voluntarily to any kind of counselling or even to tell a single person in his life what is going on.
I didn’t get through. Maybe he wanted me to, and that’s why he told me in the first place. But I didn’t.