flammable relationship

It's about a friend's lifelong happiness. Since Fu Yiheng opened his mouth to ask, Zhang Xu naturally has no reason to refuse, and Zhou Ao secretly bribed him with the world's limited edition teddy bear dolls—then there is nothing else to say, this must be won Talk seriously.

Regarding psychological counselors, some people regard this profession as a lofty one, and dream-interpretation, hypnosis and mind-reading skills are inseparable from a topic that catches the eye; I learned a little more theoretical knowledge; the rest, either peers or patients, hug each other while I take you as a sample, and you take me as a life-saving straw, learn together and make progress together.

When Zhang Xu saw Wei Ran, who was clean and tidy, his first impression was that his eyes were cold and his eyebrows were light, and he was very arrogant.This made him a little worried. If the patient's desire to confide is not strong, then this consultation is a waste of time.

"The family members go back first." Zhang Xu smiled at Fu Yiheng from behind the table, "Give us a little time."

"Well, okay, Brother Xu, I'll leave him to you." Fu Yiheng received the signal from his eyes, squeezed Wei Ran's palm, turned and left the room.

On the table, the phone with the screen facing down is always in a call state.

Fu Yiheng walked back to his room, sat cross-legged on the sofa, pressed the hands-free button and put the phone on his knees, leaning on his forehead to listen to the long silence on the other end of the call.

Zhang Xu always maintained a very comfortable smile. He sometimes fine-tuned the position of the orange tie, sometimes sipped tea, and sometimes wrote and drew on paper, with a leisurely look.

Affected by him, Wei Ran relaxed slightly. This kind of relaxation is on the spiritual level, because his sitting posture remained the same from head to toe, and almost the location of his eyes did not change at all——he stared at the people on the floor. Geometric texture.

"Out of politeness, I think we have to talk about something, Mr. Wei." Fu Yiheng heard Zhang Xu's voice breaking the silence, "Although you seem to be quite resistant to me."

Then added: "Well, it's not me, it should be all practitioners in the psychological industry, right?"

Wei Ran pursed his lips tightly and raised his head to glance at him.

Zhang Xu understood immediately, and drew a circle on the paper with the tip of the pen: "It seems to be true, can you tell me why? At least give me a chance to defend myself."

"You failed to cure my mother." Wei Ran said, "You only gave her some prescription medicine that won't kill her but won't get better either."

"First of all, I am not a psychiatrist, but a consultant. The former will give you injections and medicine, and the latter is mainly responsible for psychological counseling." Zhang Xu explained, "But in many cases, the two complement each other."

"In addition to the patient's subjective will, drug assistance is necessary. Severe mental illness will cause changes in the brain structure. In this case, a single psychological diagnosis and treatment will have little effect. The doctor will make a discretionary decision. For the patient's personal safety, Temporarily sacrifice the patient's emotional perception ability." Zhang Xu stated the facts, and then adjusted the bright tie from left to right, "But don't worry, we are far from that point."

Wei Ran listened silently, the corners of his mouth curling slightly, which seemed to be mocking.

"As for Mr. Wei's mother, I am deeply sorry." Zhang Xu put on a solemn expression, "Modern psychological medicine is still in its infancy and exploration stage, and cannot discover and cure all mental illnesses. Even if the condition is temporarily stable and no symptoms appear, It does not mean that there will be no relapse in life, because there are some other factors involved, such as patients' reluctance to take medicine for life due to stigma, or sudden exposure to strong traumatic events, etc. These are beyond our control Unexpected situation."

Perhaps because he felt that the words were too cold, his tone softened again: "But mental illness is not as terrible as you imagined. As long as you take the medicine on time and in the right amount every day, and cooperate with scientific and active treatment methods, 90% of the patients can live a normal life. .”

Wei Ran finally had a decent reaction: "You mean a normal life?"

"Yes." Zhang Xu cast an encouraging look, "You can love the person you want to love, and you don't have to worry about hurting him. I think this is why you are sitting here today."

Because of Fu Yiheng.

Wei Ran's fingers on the armrest slightly curled up, Zhang Xu knew that his first step was successful.Only when the psychological counselor establishes a connection with the patient during the initial diagnosis and treatment, will it be possible to develop a sense of intimacy and trust in the future, and lay the foundation for good results after the course of treatment.

Then the two chatted about some light topics. Wei Ran seemed to be very interested in Fu Yiheng's college life, and Zhang Xu was also happy to expose the embarrassment of his old friend. , Later, when the association held a cosplay exhibition, Teacher Fu's face turned green when he got a pair of Haier brothers' underpants. Wei Ran, unexpectedly, laughed very loudly...

Fu Yiheng really wanted to hit someone.

Both want to fight.

"Don't you have anything interesting to do in college?" Zhang Xu asked.

"No." Wei Ran wiped away tears from laughter, "I'm busy making money every day, and I don't have time to participate in club activities."

"Actually, you don't have to work so hard to make money, don't you? You are still young, and you have plenty of opportunities."

"But I always feel that time is running out." Wei Ran seemed to be tired from laughing, and let out a long sigh of relief, "Don't you feel this way? How should I put it, if you don't hurry up, it feels like your life is coming to an end."

"Well, it doesn't seem to be. Maybe I am a person who goes with the situation. Then when did you start to have this sense of urgency?"

"When..." Wei Ran frowned and pondered for a long time, while Zhang Xu waited patiently with a smile all the time.

"It should have started when I got to know Fu Yiheng." After sorting it out, Wei Ran concluded, "I was poor before, but I never felt that time was pressing. The appearance of Fu Yiheng made me feel that I couldn't go on like this. In order not to lose him, I Gotta work harder, although I think one day he will leave."

"Why do you think he will leave? He loves you very much."

Wei Ran looked a little lonely: "It's not a reason, it's just an intuition."

Zhang Xu frowned invisibly, and changed the subject: "Do you listen to music?"

"I didn't listen to it much before. Later, I slowly started to like a few bands. Don't ask, it won't be the type you like."

"later?"

"After my mother died."

"It seems that this is a turning point." Zhang Xu stood up, walked to the window, watched the heavy snow falling, and took a sip of tea slowly, "Now, can you tell me about your mother?"

"What do you want to hear?" Wei Ran crossed his arms.

This is a defensive posture.

The display topic hits the crux of the problem.

Zhang Xu glanced at him: "What can you tell me?"

In another room, Fu Yiheng curled up silently, his arms hugged his legs tightly, and his ears pricked up.

"If it's about the fire." Wei Ran was smart and obviously understood what the other party wanted to hear. "I can't remember many details."

"Then can you roughly recount the scene at that time?"

"Okay." Wei Ran put down his crossed legs, leaned on the armrests with his elbows and moved towards the edge of the chair.

Zhang Xu could tell from the reflection of the glass that he was a little nervous, and at the same time, he was trying his best to regulate the tension, trying to make himself look calm and decent.

"I went to the hospital to see her that day. She was not in a good condition. I suspected that she stopped taking the medicine without authorization. Well, she often refused to take the medicine, which is the stigma that your doctors often say. I got neuropathy from the medicine, so I have always resisted taking the medicine. Because of this, I had a lot of quarrels with her, big and small, and I can’t count them.” Sticky sweat oozes from the palm, and Wei Ran clasped his hands and crushed it. "We quarreled a lot, and I was in a bad mood. I forgot what was the reason for the bad mood. I just remembered that I scolded her for being selfish. For me and Wei Xi, even if it was poison, she should drink it."

Then he covered his eyes and let out a painful whimper, "I shouldn't have said that."

"and then?"

"Then, she calmed down suddenly, and she stopped throwing things and swearing at people. She said she was hungry and wanted to eat cookies. It was the kind of sweet and cheap round biscuits that cost two yuan a pack. She always liked them. Eat that. I'll go out and buy it for her."

"What happened after that?"

"I can't get through to her phone." Wei Ran suddenly turned pale, and his temples were wet with sweat.He seemed to be in a stove, but the temperature in the room was not high. "After that, there was a big fire, and there were black smoke coming out of the windows. I rushed in, and many people in the corridor were fleeing. They stopped me. The fire truck came, and it was very late." High ladders, water guns sticking in through the windows. My mom is wrapped in curtains, she's not dead yet..."

"How do you know she's not dead yet?"

"Because I was there, I was with her."

"But you just said that you were stopped."

"I knocked open the door." The chair creaked, and it was Wei Ran who couldn't control the trembling of his legs, "She was on fire all over, screaming and rushing towards me, I pushed her away, my God, I Push her away, I originally wanted to save her..."

"Wei Ran..."

Wei Ran suddenly lost control of his emotions and stood up from the chair, as if he was going to simulate the scene, he fell to the ground with a bang: "She fell to the ground like this, I heard the sound of the spine breaking, there was a bang, and then She didn't move, and after that I don't remember."

"After that, the scene of that day would appear in front of my eyes from time to time, the fire, the charred corpse, the notification sound of the mobile phone that could not be connected..."

"I killed her! It was me..."

As he spoke, he stood up slowly, his slack eyes suddenly found the focus, he aimed at the bronze deer head in the corner, and said to himself: "Are you here again? You want to take me away, right? Okay ,good……"

He ran towards the deer's head, the two long and sharp antlers on the deer's head were like some kind of deadly weapon.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh calm down, Wei Ran!" Zhang Xu rushed forward, held him down, and at the same time reached for the mobile phone on the table, holding his head sideways with his shoulder, and said loudly, "Fu Yiheng, come quickly..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Yiheng rushed in from the door, without saying a word, stretched out his arms to put his arms around Wei Ran, whose eyes were tearing open: "I'm here, Wei Ran, are you okay? Look at me. "

His appearance effectively pulled back Wei Ran's mind. The latter panted heavily, stared at Fu Yiheng for a while, and finally slid down on the ground as if he lost his strength. He buried his face deeply into Fu Yiheng's neck, trying to smell his lover's breath Breath: "Sorry, I lost control again."

"You don't need to apologize."

Fu Yiheng's heart throbbed one after another, he exchanged glances with Zhang Xu, the latter was apologetic, and then shook his head.

After a comforting meal, Fu Yiheng helped the exhausted Wei Ran back to his room to sleep, and when he fell asleep, he went out to breathe.

Zhang Xu waited for him while watching the snow in the corridor, and handed him a cup of hot tea.

"I did it rashly." Zhang Xu apologized. "For PTSD patients, recalling traumatic events and touching stressors are very dangerous things. I should be more cautious."

"PTSD?"

"Yes, PTSD."

"heard about it."

"Then listen to me again." Zhang Xu said slowly, "We often say that the cause of mental illness is generally the gene that loads the bullet and the environment pulls the trigger. Wei Ran's mother suffers from severe bipolar disorder. His genetic constitution has a certain susceptibility to mental diseases. This is an innate factor. As for whether it really plays a role, we cannot easily judge. But his growth environment, as you said, obviously has a big problem Yes, this increases the possibility that he has a greater risk of disease than ordinary people."

"Let's talk about trauma. The baseline of trauma is overwhelming emotion and complete helplessness. The day Wei Ran lost his mother, his emotional world completely collapsed, and his powerlessness when he witnessed the fire caused a sense of helplessness. These two factors, allowing trauma to form."

"You said that Wei Ran often has nightmares. In the questioning just now, he also mentioned dissociative flashbacks, that is, traumatic events keep replaying in his mind. To some extent, this is a kind of forced repetition. It stems from his subconscious In the middle, he hopes to return to the "powerless" situation, and then tries to change the result by any means. But the patient is not willing to do this in reality, because he has to endure great pain. Since the result cannot be changed, he will only experience the loss over and over again. .”

Fu Yiheng clenched his fists, his voice trembling: "Over and over again..."

"It's like a ghost hitting a wall, and you can't get out." Zhang Xu's voice was inexplicably mechanical, perhaps because he had explained too much to the patient's family and became numb. "At the same time, there are still avoidance and trauma in him. Selective forgetting of some details of the incident, and you just heard that he has no expectations for the future or even the relationship between you. This is a very bad negative cognition. Personality changes. The sum of these typical symptoms can basically be diagnosed as PTSD.”

Fu Yiheng hugged the hot ceramic cup, his heart skipped a beat, he couldn't tell what it was like, but he felt a little relieved.It's like a patient who has been panicking all day long has finally diagnosed what disease he has. Fortunately, it is not an unheard of intractable disease. As long as it can be diagnosed, there is always a cure.

"Don't rush to breathe a sigh of relief." Zhang Xu's face looked very bad, "At present, I suspect that he is C-PTSD, complex PTSD, complex post-traumatic stress disorder, version 2.0 of PTSD."

"How to say?" Fu Yiheng's heart moved back again.

"He had hallucinations." Zhang Xu said, "This is a positive symptom of schizophrenia. On the day of the bonfire party, the loss of contact and the fire caused him to have a strong stress response. He walked into the fire because he I saw my mother struggling for help in the fire, just now..."

"What did you say he saw?" Fu Yiheng didn't finish listening, his legs softened, and he almost knelt on the ground.

Zhang Xu supported him: "You have to be strong."

"Let me take it easy." Fu Yiheng was unable to support himself, so he squatted down. He gently placed the cup with half of the tea in it on the ground, took a few deep breaths to hold back the tears, and then raised his head and smiled weakly. "Go on, I can bear it."

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