Okay, so Day two is a bit short, but Its they best I could whip up. The real spark happens in The next log, Which I do have written out, I just have a whole lot of editing to do, oops. So heres this Group Log Day Two It has been a full twenty four hours since I have last written. Today was full of new surprises and personalities within my patients. In the meeting, I began with the silence once more. Jims outburst was far sooner, though. Within the first minute, he was running his hands through his hair, gripping the arm of the chair until his knuckles were snow white. It wasnt thirty seconds later that he was agitated and hissing words at me through his teeth. He said, Do we really have to do this repeatedly? He focused his eyes on the floor, hopefully in order to calm himself down. Before I could give a reply, however, John spoke up, angry with the break of silence. Shut up. Said he, eyes fixated on his hands, which were folded in his lap. Today, I learned that John enjoys silence. It helps him keep calm within the caverns of his mind. This Is a good thing, I now know how to calm John down. Sherlock doesnt seem to mind this quietness, either. As for Molly, and Greg, they do not seem to like it, but they do not fuss. I dont take orders from such dull beings. Jim spat, knees pulling up to his chest. Jim is not sociable, and he does not like being around people alike himself. It took me by full surprise when John shot from his chair and stomped over to Jim, balling his collar in his fist to tug him up close, whispering something that was not audible to me. I did not get up, though. This was good, John was asserting himself in ways that I needed to turn around. Handling things this was was far from sociable. I watched as Jim laughed and lipped something that was directly for John. Mollys hand found its way to my knee, and she gripped, giving me a look of seeming disappointment. Arent you going to do something? My eyes flicked to her, and I offered a smile. When I spoke, however, I was interrupted by a rather distinct thump and grunt, chairs toppling over due to the sudden movement. Immediately, I shot up and sprung over, my hands finding their way to Johns shoulders, desperately trying to pull one man off the other. I could hear Jims gagging and pleading sounds, which only forced me to move faster. With Gregs help, we got John seated back across the room. Jim smiled and laughed, his lip cut and dripping. This is what Jim runs off off. He feeds on anger from others, this is what keeps him sane. I note that I have a lot of work with this man. Thank you, I huffed out to Greg. He smiled and held a hand out. Dont thank me, Its my job. I took his hand, and shook it slightly. He is in the police force, and a good man, too. It bewilders me as to how in the world he got himself in this class. I strode over to my desk and called up Davey, My long-term assistant. Davey is a childhood friend, I trust him with everything, even with my patients. When he came through the door, I greeted him happily, and pointed to Jim. He needs some air, dont let him go anywhere, mk? I asked, smiling softly. Anyone else? said He. Nope, Just Jim. Bring him back in about ten minutes. I added, taking my seat once more. Davey nodded and escorted Jim from the room. Jim was more agreeable to his than I thought hed be, but I am sure that he only agreed to leaving because it would separate him from this room, and everyone within its smokey gray walls. When the door clicked back to being shut, the room was again silent, but I did not let it stay this way. What John just showed us is the incorrect way to handle anger. I began. I watched as Sherlocks eyes dramatically rolled, and his brother hissed something like Dont be such a girl to him, but I really could not make the words out at the time. Ignoring it, I decided to continue. Can anybody here tell me how to handle situations like this the right way? I questioned, looking around the room. There was no answer. I swallowed and bit on my tongue. Well, I started. When provoked by irritation, and frustration, what I do is breath. After knowing how to take control, doing the correct thing is simplicity. My eyes scanned the room slowly, hands moving and mapping out a mental image of calm motions. In my peripheral vision, I could see Molly nod, and Gregs eyes plaster to my movements. From what I have picked up, both Greg and John are alert men. Sherlock doesnt need to be alert, because he can mentally assume everything about the session just by perceiving my bloody shoes. Aside from that matter, however, the room was quiet, and stayed this way, which was nice. With this seeming silence, Jim was the source of anger within the room. this is just an assumption, though. May I ask you all to rise? I added, crossing my arms over my chest. We are going to try out some breathing exercises that I think may help you. I watched as each body stood, slowly, and unwillingly, but they stood, and this pleased me. Now, This one is the most commonly used for people under major stress, I explained. ,but I have noticed in instances where most are taught wrong. In the simplest way, When put in a situation where deep breaths are needed, people breath with their shoulders. This is the lazy way to breath, improper, it is. My hands were pressed to my shoulders. See, take a deep breath, and hold it, I guarantee your shoulders will lift. Without hesitating, they all took their deep instructed breath, shoulders lifting as assumed. This is the incorrect way to breath, lazy breathing. My hands dropped to my stomach, and held there as I spoke. You know when others see puppies, or babies sleeping, and they melt and get very happy, boasting on how cute their tummy rising and falling is? I asked. There was no answer. They breath the right way, but as we, as humans, grow older, we get rather lazy.. You see, the right way to take deep calming breaths is with your diaphragm, when your stomach extends with each breath. Release your breath, and try it that way. There was a sound of blowing air, and I smiled, keeping an eye on each stomach as they all seemed to rise seemingly well. No hold it... I breathed. This way of breathing allows you to not only calm down, but hold deep breaths, so if ever in any drowning instance, it is a good idea to take that last deep breath with your diaphragm. Now let it go. Another woosh of air, and I allowed the individuals to sit. The rest of this day went simply, a glimmer of hope in my own heart. Jim, however, I was worried about. When he returned, he refused to speak, like an angered child refused a scoop of ice cream. I let him be within his own head, hoping he would calm. But throughout the rest of the hour, he was silent, and left quickly as soon as the clock hit four. I did not shake his hand goodbye, but the others I did. Each of the four that stayed through the breathing exercises, including Sherlock, who didnt seem like the type of man to offer his thanks. Quite odd, but I do feel accomplished. I would say that this day has been the start of a wonderful beginning..
Posted on: Tue, 25 Mar 2014 01:02:09 +0000
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