Therapy

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I arrive at the counseling building and sign in with the lovely lady at the front desk. She hands me a form to fill out and tells me to wait for my name to get called.

The form has a list of topics. I check the boxes with those I plan to address with the counselor.

☐ Bullying
☐ Stress
☐ PTSD
☒ Sexual violence
☐ Mental disorder
☐ Aggression
☐ Absences
☐ Grief and loss
☒ Sexual orientation
☐ Gender Identity
☐ Offense/felony
☐ Depression
☐ Academics
☒ Family concerns
☐ Peer relationships
☐ Pregnancy
☒ Anxiety
☐ Career/Degree uncertainty
☐ Finances
☐ Homelessness
☐ Self Harm
☐ Health issues
☐ Drugs/Alcohol
☐ Relationship

I almost check the last one, too, but I promised Father I'd focus on my trauma, not my relationship. Still, I check the "family concerns" box, hoping to open up about some issues at home. Perhaps I could find a way to bridge that gap Father and I have created over the years.

As I wait, I think about what I will say to Dr. Deku. How much will I be able to say to a complete stranger when it took me months to open up to Link and Impa?

It would surely ease my mind considerably if I could be certain that Father won't attempt to access my file to gauge my emotional state and struggles. How am I supposed to open up about family issues if my father is the president of Hyrule and could easily find out about every word that is spoken between me and the therapist.

When my name is called, I am directed to Dr. Deku's room. The door stands slightly ajar. The first thing that strikes me is the abundance of potted plants that seem to have taken over every available surface. Lush, green foliage adorns the windowsills and book shelves, creating a living, breathing oasis within these four walls.

In the center of the room stands a couch in muted colors, next to it a small coffee table with a flickering candle.

With a touch of nervousness, I give the door a soft knock. I am surprised to discover that my counselor is not a woman. This makes opening up about sexual abuse slightly more uncomfortable. But the man seated in the armchair appears wise, his eyes carrying a kind and reassuring warmth.

"Good afternoon, Zelda," his soothing voice utters. "It's so nice to meet you. Please come in."

I enter the room, hesitantly taking a seat on the couch. "Pleasure to meet you," I say.

"How are you feeling?" He asks.

"Quite alright. How are you?"

He smiles, "I'm doing well, thank you for asking."

I straighten my back, feeling a bit stiff and formal as if I was at a job interview.

"How has your first week been going so far?"

I nod, "I enjoy my classes."

"That's fantastic to hear."

I nod again and thank him.

"I'm here to support and guide you, Zelda, so let's focus on your feelings and experiences. What brings you to our session today?"

"Er..." I fumble with my fingers, unable to hold eye contact. "I don't really know how to start. It's a bit strange to talk about..." I can't even say it.

"That's completely understandable. It can be challenging to open up about difficult topics. Remember that this is a safe and confidential space, and you can share at your own pace."

"Confidential?" I say. "So my father won't hear details about our sessions?"

Dr. Deku looks slightly startled by my accusation but remains collected. "Of course not."

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