Anger management

Posted on Fri Jan 21st, 2022 @ 8:25pm by Major David Hurd Senior & Lieutenant T’Mia Rahl

Mission: Kidnapped
Location: Counsellor’s office

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T’Mia had been going over the counselling records left by Amethyst Raymond, it seemed Major Hurd was overdue for a counselling review with regards his anger issues, with that in mind she tapped her comm badge. =^= Rahl to Hurd, Major please report to my office. =^=

A slight edge in his voice, Hurd replied, "On my way". He already knew what this was about, and besides that was none to happy being pulled away from his duties for what, in his opinion, was FUBAR bs. Arriving at her office a few minutes later, he tapped the chime, eager to get it over with.

Answering the door T'Mia offered a polite smile. “Major, thank you for coming. Please come in.” She stepped inside allowing him entry as she walked across to her seat. “We both know why you’re here” She motioned Hurd to a seat if he wanted one. “I know you don’t like being here, so let’s get on with it. Talk to me about your anger issues.”

Grunting, Hurd replied testily, " Dont have one", he said. "And I'm quite frankly greeting sick and tired of being told I do".

T’Mia offered a polite nod. “Fair enough, in that case tell me about what happened after your wife was harmed? I believe you took it upon yourself to go after her attacker?”

" If you are referring to the same incident I believe you are, then yes, I did", Hurd said, his face turning red. "And if it is indeed the same incident, I also terminated the attacker as well".

T’Mia nodded. “I know you were cleared of any wrong doing, and I understand I truly do. But you need to admit that you do have a problem controlling your anger, if you don’t get it sorted then it could cost you your career.”

" Says you and everyone else, I, however, do not think I do". His face getting even more red he added, "And as I've already said, I'm getting sick and tired of being told I do, so are we done here?, I have work to do".

“We most certainly are not done Major” T’Mia shook her head. “If you want to risk losing your position here aboard ship, and with the marine corps then feel free to walk out of that door. I can’t force you to be here, in-fact I wouldn’t force you, I’m here to help, but I can only do that if you let me.”

Now Hurd was furious. Picking up a chair, he hurled at a wall, it shattering as it hit. " I'll show you anger", he said with a deadly edge in his voice as he picked up another chair and prepared to throw it at the counselor.

T’Mia stood up keeping her cool, it wasn’t as though she hadn’t faced violent patients before. “Go on then...throw it.” She stood calmly looking at Hurd. “Prove that you’re violently out of control, and end up in the brig for injuring or killing a fellow officer.” She made no attempt to move. “I believe your wife is expecting a child? Do you plan on her raising that child alone while you sit in a padded room in a psychiatric facility, or prison?”

Her words hit Hurd like a ton of bricks. Dropping the chair, he collapsed onto the floor, crying and sobbing.

T’Mia nodded her head, she’d almost expected this. She grabbed a box of tissues that she kept handy, and slowly knelt by Hurd. “It’s alright Major, what happens or is said here stays between us.” She offered the tissues. “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”

"I hurt my wife", he said sobbing. " It was a accident, but dear god I hurt the woman I love more than anything in this universe.” Hurd broke down sobbing, unable to talk and barely able to breath though his sobs.

T’Mia offered some moral support as she passed a box of tissues. “Take a deep breath Major, tell me what happened. What lead to you injuring your wife?”

"Flashbacks", Hurd said sobbing. " The memory of all my men I couldn't bring back made me flip"

T’Mia nodded. “It sounds more like PTSD, that and survivors guilt. Both things the doctor and I can help you with, if you’ll let us?”

Shaking his head, Hurd said, "Dear God I need help, please help me". He started to cry, the faces and names of all his fallen Marines hammering through his mind. " I'm just a weak, angry old man", he sobbed over and over.

“Major...” T’Mia approached and offered a gentle comforting hug. “It’ll be alright, that I promise you!” She offered a smile before stepping back. “Tell me about what happened to the men that were lost, talking about it will help relieve some of the burden.”

Still crying he said, "I have lost over 745 Marines, good men and women, in my service". Looking her in the face, he continued, " I was responsible for them, they died under my watch and command, when I would have traded places with any of them to bring them home". Returning his gaze to the floor, he added, "Do you know what its like to hold a wounded, dying Marine in your arms who's screaming in agony, screaming for their mom, and knowing that they will never see them again?" Shaking from the sobs he said, "It hurts, it hurts bad".

T’Mia nodded. “I haven’t held the dying, but I have comforted the living that they’ve left behind. Felt the pain of their loss, just like I’m feeling yours now.” She offered an understanding smile. “Right now Major I want you to tell me about them, remember the good times as well as the bad. They wouldn’t want you blaming yourself for their deaths.”

" I.. I can't," Hurd said. "Its like seeing Ghosts, the replay of this events is eating me alive.".

“Listen to me Major” T’Mia offered calm advise. “I want you to imagine yourself as merely an observer, free of pain, just there to observe events. Tell me what you see.”

Hurd thought for a second and said, "Screaming, death, Combat and explosions", he said, his eyes going wide as he went white as a sheet".

“Okay, that’s actually a good thing. You’re able to tell me clearly.” She offered a smile. “Now I’m going to teach you how to control these dreams, or visions. A way for you to exit those dreams and bring yourself out of it. All you have to do is set yourself a visual trigger, maybe a vision of your wife or something as simple as the sun or moon. That’s your way out. When you see it, you’ll know you’re dreaming. At which point you control what happens, it doesn’t control you.”

"Alright", Hurd said faintly. Staring off into space he said, "I'm ready".

T’Mia nodded. “For now all you need to do is choose your trigger, the object that you’ll see to remind you you’re in a dream. When you see it, you’ll be able to control that dream. Tell me what do you see? What is your object?”

Focusing, Hurd said, "I have it, it's my .45, my sidearm"., Hurd said faintly.

“Okay that’s good.” T’Mia smiled. “Now every time you feel or see that .45 I want you to remember that you’re just dreaming. In that dream you are in control, you decide what happens.”

"I see", Hurd said taking a deep breath. "Then why do do I still feel all this hurt, anger, and loss?"

“It’s called being Human” T’Mia smiled. “It means you care, I’d be more worried if you didn’t.”

"I see", Hurd said. "So may I go now?

“By all means Major” T’Mia nodded.