The Clinic – Chapter One
Ann was stunned as she hung up the phone. She’d known John had been going to the Centre’s clinic about his headaches and stomach problems, but didn’t know he’d been seeing a lady shrink.
He’d mentioned he’d seen the psychologist who’d given him some relaxation and meditation exercises to follow, and they had seemed to help. But he’d never mentioned seeing another doctor, and a young woman at that, from her voice.
Now, the doctor wanted to see her next week at 4:30 during John’s “session” whatever that was all about, and talk with her about helping John with his problems.
Dr. Whetmore had said not to say anything to John about their conversation or next week’s visit, which had seemed strange, but then she didn’t want John upset. She had assured Ann there was nothing to worry about, but she felt Ann could really help John with his problems and help him on the road to recovery. She’d said she’d seen this in lots of young executives who were under terrible strain to produce as they moved up in their careers.
John was the Director of Public Relations for the Centre and had just taken over this position from his predecessor about a year ago. It was just about 6 months ago that John had started getting these headaches and stomach aches that had sent him to the Centre’s clinic.
About that time he’d come home and told Ann that he thought there was some “funny business” going on with the way the clinic was run, but that he needed more evidence before he told her more.
He was always such a straight arrow, and with the amount of government work the Centre did, he felt it his duty to find out if there was something going on that wasn’t right. He’d occasionally tell her things about some of the research the clinic did, but since much of it was ‘hush hush’ he couldn’t tell much except it involved some high tech “brainwashing” and “mind control” stuff.
Much of the work the Centre for the Advancement of Psychology, or CAP as it was called by the employees, did was just normal psychology research with rats, and such or studying which colors had what affect on people, and relaxation methods and techniques for stressed out executives or high ranking government people.
It was a fast paced environment and there was a lot of stress, so CAP ran its own private health clinic with a full range of services from general medical to addiction rehab, to psychology and psychiatry.
John had gone to the clinic about 3 months ago and lately it seemed to have helped. His stomach aches were far less freguent and his headaches seemed to go away when he closed his eyes and just let himself relax. He seemed to hum some silly mantra or something, kind of like a familiar lullabye, but it seemed to help and he was in a much better mood, except when Ann brought up the subject of starting a family.
With John at age 33 and she at age 30, she felt it was time, and she badly wanted a baby before it was too late. She was surprised at how few of the women she knew whose husbands worked at the clinic had children, but they seemed to poo-poo it by saying “We have our pets, and careers, and besides these silly men are just like children anyway.”
Many of the wives worked right at the Centre, and many of them worked in the special daycare where workers and local townspeople received excellent daycare and nursery care for their pre-schoolers, but Ann so far hadn’t been interested in a “career”, especially with other people’s children and babies.
The End of The Clinic – Chapter One.
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