Chapter 32 Section 13 is relaxed in dirty language

"I don't know why I came to you to listen to your bullshit." The female patient who had regarded me as the most empathetic psychiatrist last week yelled at me without thinking. Roar.Of course I know that bullshit doesn't mean bullshit, but "bullshit", but I'm still used to interpreting the word as bullshit.What do you think when your patients call you bullshit for no reason? I looked at this African-American female patient named Kelly and fully understood her inner pain.Kelly lived with his father and stepmother when he was 4 years old.The stepmother is a dominatrix who tortures Kelly in every possible way.What impressed Kelly most was that his stepmother's two brothers, at the instigation of his stepmother, sexually abused Kelly for several years.The naive Kelly did not tell his father about his abuse, but endured the torture himself.

"Do you know? My stepmother and her two younger brothers are dead. I have nowhere to go for revenge. My anger has nowhere to vent. My anger sometimes makes me feel like my body is shaking." It's going to explode." "I understand your feelings." I replied in a low voice. "What do you understand? You only know nonsense. Understand, huh!" Kelly didn't understand my kindness at all, and continued to attack me: "You men, smelly men, all you know is to spill your urine and shit on me On my body, sprinkled in my body, I am covered with your man's shit."

I stared blankly at Kelly, not knowing how to answer her for a moment. "Actually, it's not just men. I also hate women. Isn't my stepmother a woman? This rotten woman has ruined my life. I don't trust everyone, no matter men or women, no one can help me." "I may not be a perfect psychiatrist, but I am willing to be the last psychiatrist in the world who understands you." I put myself in a very tragic position, as if to say to her, even if people in the world do not understand She, I will understand her wholeheartedly and treat her. "Hmph, full of cow shit!" Kelly didn't accept my kindness at all. "Don't think that you are different from others. I can't feel the slightest effect of psychotherapy from you. Why should I waste time here?"

"Well, actually, I'm just a piece of shit, useless." I followed Kelly's tone and compared myself to a piece of shit.At that moment, I had a strange feeling in my heart, because I knew that in the eyes of Kelly, who was full of anger, I was not a doctor of psychology, but a toilet filled with excrement.And what can I do in front of this violent woman?I could interrupt her attack justifiably, but it also naturally blocked her channel to vent her anger.If I admit that I am a piece of shit, what will happen? "You're a piece of shit! Haha, you're a piece of shit!" Kelly, who was full of snot and tears and angry face, suddenly laughed out loud after my "Piece of Shit Declaration".

A miracle happened, and the tension, anxiety, and embarrassment that existed between the two of us melted away immediately with my "one piece of shit declaration".This reminds me of the "Cultural Revolution", the conflict between the intellectuals and the peasantry was finally alleviated when the intellectuals agreed with the shit.When all the intellectuals issue the "Piece of Shit Declaration", the peasant class is satisfied, and the intellectuals can live on.And I am in Manhattan, the old den of capitalism, facing Kelly, the representative of drug addicts, vagrants, the abjectly poor, racially discriminated and sexually assaulted. I, a doctor of psychology, also have to admit that I am a piece of shit intellectuals, so I rejoined the team as a stinking intellectual.