Posted by Lieutenant Commander Faye Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Counselling Suite- CIO’s Appointment

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Janna Kingston (Counsellor) in Counselling Suite- CIO’s Appointment

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Faye Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Counselling Suite- CIO’s Appointment
Some might think that her aversion to medical places would make her a difficult patient, but that was far from reality. The reality was that mental health professionals saved her life. And that was not an aphorism. It was an actual fact that after everything collapsed around her and she had made an attempt on her life, it was the sequence of psychiatrists and counsellors that entered her life that helped her find a way to not only make the pain bearable, but to find something good in it all. From there, even when trauma reared its ugly head over and over again, Faye had done the work.

It had been hard. Harder than she could have imagined. But Faye Calloway-Hammor had survived unimaginable events. She was as resilient as they came, and she knew it too. That knowing had been a process of opening herself up to people and the wonderful things that would come from building real relationships. She had allowed herself to be vulnerable and that had resulted in the single greatest phenomenon to ever enter her life: Daggum Hammor.

She was now a wife, but at least Dag had no illusions as to what he had gotten himself into. He too had had his traumas and so the two of them had been slowly unravelling one thread of it at a time: together.

Stepping into the half-moon shaped counselling suite, Calloway mused that it had been a long time since she had been in more than just a basic office. Then again, the Athena had more crew, even though where she had transferred from (the Manhattan) had been no dinky shuttle itself.

As she approached the reception desk, the expected Risian was not there. Then again, the department did actually have more than one assistant out of sheer necessity. She eyed the dark haired man who glanced up at her. “Faye Calloway. I have an appointment with Doctor Kingston.”

He smiled at her. “Yes… it’s here. She should be out in a few minutes. Why don’t you have a seat?”

Faye nodded, spun on the ball of her foot and settled into one of the chairs, crossing her legs at the knee and trying to resist tapping her fingers on the side of her thigh.

~Faye Calloway, CIO

She was going to have words with Daggum. Oh yes. He could have mentioned it. It would have shifted a little of how she had approached helping him through the transition of his wife joining him on the ship. And earlier when he was overwhelmed by everything going on. One simple detail, but it mattered. Ah well, she hadn’t been a therapist this long without being able to adapt and go with whatever her patients threw at it.

Setting aside the PADD that contained a very large file, Janna nodded to herself and stepped out of the office. her eyes immediately found Calloway and for a very brief moment she observed her and could tell she was a bit anxious. It was the way she was picking at her thumb cuticle with her index finger nail while glancing around the room with seeming disinterest. Perhaps others might expect someone who was in the Intelligence division to be all blank and unreadable, but they didn’t know Faye. Neither did Janna, but boy did that file give her a pretty good idea. Now it was time to fill in the gaps. “Commander Calloway? I’m Doctor Janna Kingston,” she said, approaching and offering her hand.

~Janna Kingston, CNS

Faye rose and shook the woman’s hand, noting the firm grasp and keen green eyes gazing at her. In that one moment, Faye knew that the petite woman was a force to be reckoned with. Though she had learned long ago never to underestimate any therapist; sneaky creatures that they were.

“Come on in,” Janna said, this time not making any comment about keeping it short or getting Faye settled. No, this boarding eval was going to be a bit different than most she had ever done.

Following Kingston into her office, Faye took in the setting and had to admit it was pretty nice. From the ocean image on the wall, to the plush blue rug and the padded armchairs around the coffee table, the place was… warm and cozy. Meant to be professional but disarming. She didn’t even need the woman to tell her to pick a seat (that thought brought back memories of Doctor Rinker) and immediately beelined for an armchair. “I’ll take water if you’re offering.”

~Faye Calloway, CIO

She couldn’t help herself and chuckled as she grabbed a PaDD and tucked it under her arm. “Water it is,” Janna said as went to the replicator and also got a glass for herself. Joining Faye in the sitting area, she set the waters down and settled into the other arm chair, PaDD coming to rest in her lap. “So… I read your file. All of it. I’m saying that upfront so you know I’ve spent the time to understand your situation and what us working together might look like.”

“What would you say makes you the most nervous or anxious about this transition?”

~Janna Kington, CNS