Poetic Injustice

Jonathan Sure

Description

Poetic Injustice is a story of romance between therapist and patient, the subsequent repercussions, and one man’s journey into the true nature of humanity and emotional healing.
A true story with names and details altered, Poetic Injustice is a tale of romance between a therapist and his patient resulting in profound insights that challenge almost all objectives of modern day therapy. Jonathan Sure a seasoned therapist intuitively aware of projected feelings in transference and counter-transference, is nonetheless lured into an intimate relationship with his patient, Kulai and finds himself drowning in an abyss of confusion, submission, and obsession. Feeling he is on the verge of healing a very complex case he goes beyond the boundaries of his profession in an attempt to penetrate and heal the soul of Kulai. But Mr. Sure realizes he is missing something, something he intuitively knows may be very important to this case. Does Kulai, a seemingly innocence patient, have a dark history that he is unaware of? Or has Mr. Sure lost touch with his own alter ego? There is an unexpected ending to this drama, and Mr. Sure comes to realize the true nature behind all human behavior as well as the key to healing. Mr. Sure explains his new found knowledge and teaches very simple techniques to the reader, which he believes hold the keys to healing and which he also believes have evaded almost all therapists in the field.

Sujets

• Romance
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Balboa Press
• Date de parution: 13 mai 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 1
• EAN13: 9798765226667
• Langue: English

Extrait

Poetic Injustice
 
A True Story of Forbidden Love
 
 
Introducing
The Fear Directed
Response Theory
And
The Unification Theory
 
JONATHAN SURE
 
 
 

 
Copyright © 2022 Jonathan Sure.
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
 
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The author of this book does not dispense medical advice or prescribe the use of any technique as a form of treatment for physical, emotional, or medical problems without the advice of a physician, either directly or indirectly. The intent of the author is only to offer information of a general nature to help you in your quest for emotional and spiritual well-being. In the event you use any of the information in this book for yourself, which is your constitutional right, the author and the publisher assume no responsibility for your actions.
 
Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.
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Scripture quotations marked KJV are from the Holy Bible, King James Version (Authorized Version). First published in 1611. Quoted from the KJV Classic Reference Bible, Copyright © 1983 by The Zondervan Corporation.
 
 
ISBN: 979-8-7652-2664-3 (sc)
ISBN: 979-8-7652-2665-0 (hc)
ISBN: 979-8-7652-2666-7 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022907234
 
Balboa Press rev. date:  10/20/2022
 
This story is dedicated to the unity of humanity.
When we recognize our homogeneity,
And express respect, dignity, and honor for all human life
We will feel safe and heal this world
And bask in our own innocence.
Jonathan Sure
Contents
Disclaimer
 
1     A Clinical Picture
2     The Shift
3     The Second Shift
4     The Full Transformation
5     The Awakening
6     The Nagging Thoughts of Jonathan Sure
7     The Fear Directed Response Theory And The Unification Theory
8     Converting Good and Evil
9     A Sure Method
10   A Letter to the Peer Supervision Group
A Word for Professionals
11   A Letter to the Licensing Board
12   A Second Awakening?
 
About The Author
References
A Word About The Appendixes
Disclaimer
This story is a fictionalized memoir which is based upon true events. All names, profiles, poems, and communications as well as the lyrics to a song are original works, written for the sole purpose of this manuscript, and products of the author’s imagination. The story reflects recollections of the author’s life with all other characters fictionalized in a fashion to complement supporting documentation and events. Thus, any resemblance to actual persons and/ or their behaviors is entirely coincidental. While this story depicts the emotional intensity experienced during mental illness, it is not meant to romanticize it as something to be sought. It is meant to provide the reader with insight to understand how romantic intensities can supersede rationality during mental illness.
As a former professional, who has worked in the field, I do not support these romantic relationships. Relationships such as these can, and often do, cause harm to the patient who may: (a) relive past traumas, (b) sexualize all emotional support, (c) experience severe guilt and shame, and (d) experience difficulty trusting current and future emotional supports. Professionals involved in such relationships can: (a) lose confidence in their abilities, (b) experience severe guilt and shame, and (c) lose their careers. Finally, these situations damage the mental health profession by raising the question: “Are professional therapist’s supportive caregivers with good boundaries who provide safe environments for emotional care?”
 
WARNING
THIS STORY CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT IN THE FORM OF POETIC IMAGERY AS WELL AS ADULT SITUATIONS AND IS NOT RECOMMENDED FOR MINORS.
A Clinical Picture

“It is one thing to mortify curiosity, another to conquer it.”
ROBERT LEWIS STEVENSON

I heard the door open and close in the lobby, and I knew that Mrs. Kulai Madden-Mahajan had arrived for her appointment. This was a case I did not want to take on, because it appeared highly complex and, at the time, I had more clients then I could comfortably handle. I had attempted to refer Mrs. Kulai Madden-Mahajan to a female colleague who refused to take on the case because of its complexity. Feeling bad for her husband, Dr. Mahajan, who had pleaded with me to take the case on during a phone conversation, I finally agreed to meet with Mrs. Madden.
Mrs. Madden had received a full evaluation from one of my esteemed colleagues, Dr. Scott Hayes. Dr. Hayes wrote comprehensive evaluations and, in this evaluation, he pointed out that Mrs. Madden was suffering from a sleep disorder where she was sleeping excessive amounts each day, as much as eighteen hours at a time. This is often referred to as “hypersomnia” in the medical field. Mrs. Madden’s hypersomnia was complicated by the fact that she often reported having nightmares during these prolonged sleep periods. Today was the beginning of our seventh session and I had become somewhat frustrated with this case, feeling there was some missing aspect.
I watched her as she entered my office. Mrs. Madden wore a blue form-fitting yet conservative dress that reached her ankles. Her dark hair was elegantly pinned up in a stylish fashion, accentuating her classic features. This was her typical attire.
She sat in her usual spot; the chair closet to mine, with her knees pressed together. She leaned forward in her chair and reached out a hand to greet me. I responded, taking her ebony hand in mine, noting the well manicured nails.
“Hello. It’s so nice to see you again, Mrs. Madden,” I exclaimed as I ran my fingers through the gray wavy hair on the side of my head, a behavior that did nothing to my hair but had become a habit for years.
“Well hello to you, Mr. Sure. What’s with the formality?”
“Oh well, nothing really. I’m just trying to be respectful.”
“I told you, Jon, I am an island girl, and we don’t play games where I come from.”
Ah yes, the “island girl” comment. Mrs. Madden never let me forget that she was a young woman who came to this country in her late teens from Trinidad. She was raised as a devote Catholic by her mother and named by her father who had immigrated to Trinidad from India. Pressured into a marriage that she regretted by her mother; she married Dr. Mahajan, a well-known and highly recognized surgeon.
“Well,” I said, “if you don’t like formality, why do you refer to your husband as Dr. Mahajan?”
“That’s something entirely different.”
“Why?” I inquired.
“Because he is a medical doctor and is given that respect.” Her voice was firm, as she responded.
Is she insulting me? I wondered as I leaned back in my chair and began writing notes on the clipboard which lay on my lap. I swallowed, feeling that I might be entering a forbidden topic but continued. “But shouldn’t you have the intimacy of calling him by his first name? I mean, after all, he is your husband.”
Having said this, I realized I did not know her husband’s first name as I too was introduced to him only as “Dr. Mahajan” and thus called him by this title.
She leaned back in her chair and let out a long sigh. Then looking straight at me she said, “Jon, it’s not like that. Dr. Mahajan and I have not been physically intimate in many months now. He loves me and he is a good man, but I don’t love him in the same way that he loves me. Do you understand what I am saying?” Her response surprised me.
She paused for a moment then leaned close to me and began staring into my eyes. I was starting to feel uncomfortable and pushed my chair back just a few inches with my feet. I felt heat on my face and wondered if I was blushing.
“With you, Jon,” she continued, “I can be myself. I can tell you things straight from my heart. You are more than just a therapist; it’s more like you’re a close friend with whom I can confide. That’s something I’ve needed in my life for a long time now.”
Her voice softened even more as she continued. “Dr. Mahajan has his medical friends and he is a scientist, through and through.” She began looking down towards the floor, and I could sense a sadness overcoming her. “He doesn’t have time for romance and, quite frankly, I am not interested in entertaining any of his advances.”
The sad picture was beginning to fall into place. He wanted sex and she was not interested in him, and; not just because he was not the partner of her choosing, but, because there was no emotional intimacy shared from his part in the relationship or at least, that is the way she perceived the relationship. There was an air of something more to her statement and I remembered feeling he had conveyed a sense of entitlement when I was in his company. I recalled how he had waved his hand in disgust at something she commented about when I met with