Posted by Lieutenant Commander Zef Rollo (Counselor) in Counsellor’s Office- Calloway’s Eval

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Counsellor’s Office- Calloway’s Eval

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Zef Rollo (Counselor) in Counsellor’s Office- Calloway’s Eval

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Calloway was a special case and Zef wanted to treat her as such.Not with kid gloves, but with plain dialog that would be difficult to misconstrue. The woman had been through many hardships during developmental years that had helped shape the person she was now. She had occasional issues with others that spiraled into physical confrontations and had been labeled with a personality disorder that required monitoring. But she was also said to be a brilliant scientist. Time would tell.

“Why don’t you tell me how you feel about these mandatory appointments?” Depending on what Calloway said, Rollo would know better how to approach her therapy.

—Rollo, CNS

Calloway ran the edge of her right thumb back and forth over the handle of her mug while she pondered. “I understand the need for them.” She shook her head slowly. “I’ve been to a place in my head that I don’t want to go back to. And everything since that day has been about trying to make sense of where I was and where I want to go. Clearly the path is not only mot straight for me, but also muddied. Complicated. So be it,” she added with a shrug. Faye sighed slightly, her eyes showing a hint of weariness. “I’m okay being here and doing the work. I can’t promise it will go smoothly, or I won’t have days where I resent being here, but I do want thing s to keep getting better. I’ve made it this far and I’ll be damned if I lose it all now because I let the… less rational part of my head take over.”

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

Rollo nodded as she listened to Faye’s excellent understanding of the situation. “Here is the one place on the ship you can be totally honest about how you feel. If you come in here angry, upset or resentful, its alright. You can yell and cry and call me names if that’s what you need to do sometimes to deal with the strong and confusing emotions brought about by your situation but it must never get physical. Alright?” She’d had three patients in her years of counseling that had gotten violent with her. The injuries had been two black eyes, a busted lip and cracked ethmoid and zygomatic bones on the left side of her face. She wasn’t eager for a repeat performance.

Faye snorted slightly. “You’ll be glad to know that I’ve only ever hit one person and they weren’t a therapist. You’re safe,” she said with confidence.

“I know you’ve spent a lot of time in therapy because I’ve read through your file. The thought of starting over with someone new must be a little daunting, isn’t it? So instead of giving me a history, which I can get from the record, why don’t you tell me what you believe are the important issues right now, at this moment.”

—Rollo, CNS

Well that was a slightly different sort of question and one that required more deep thought. When at last she answered, a frown had settled over Calloway’s face. “There are classified parts of my file… but not to you. That’s the whole deal with me being here. I get to go do my work but since I need certain support, I made sure that some of the binds on me don’t extend to everyone. Or at least not all of them,” she said, knowing she was rambling.

Setting her coffee down, Faye braced her elbows on her knees and rested her chin on laced fingers. “The issues are thusly: I am here under classified orders that I understand but are awkward and are making it hard to truly settle in on the ship. And two, I still have the occasional memory dump from the Tal Shiar’s little experiment, which makes me rather anxious for awhile after. And probably the bigger one… things are going surprisingly well here and that makes me doubt it’s going to last. I don’t, can’t trust it. I’m even making friends and they seem to accept my… eccentricities with ease and even that seems doubt-inducing. Why now? Why is it so easy for them but before it was so hard for others? Was it just me? Was I that messed up? Or did my time as a prisoner make it… different now?” She shrugged. She was self-aware to a degree, but even that had its limits.

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist