The conversations started innocently enough, somewhere around May. They weren’t anything out of the ordinary, someone describing symptoms and inquiring if I can help them. No big. And, as luck would have it, yes I could.
They didn’t schedule right then, but that’s not uncommon either. After some very-sporadic back-and-forth, they finally scheduled; I think they might’ve moved their initial appointment a few times.
Some interesting and dysfunctional themes began to develop.
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