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I'm a Therapist, and My Patient is Going to be the Next School Shooter
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I'm a therapist, and I work with the most dangerous patients. I've seen it all... A boy who planned to be the next school shooter. A patient with OCD whose loved ones really did suffer every time he missed a ritual. A choir boy who claimed he was being molested -- not by a priest -- but by God Himself. A patient with PTSD who gave me nightmares. A husband and wife who accused each other of abuse, and only one of them was telling the truth. And how could I ever forget, Patient #220. The problem…
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- Author: Harper
- Publisher: Dr. Harper Therapy
- ISBN-10: 0578453045
- ISBN-13: 9780578453040
- Format: 13.3 x 20.3 x 0.9 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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I'm a therapist, and I work with the most dangerous patients.
I've seen it all... A boy who planned to be the next school shooter. A patient with OCD whose loved ones really did suffer every time he missed a ritual. A choir boy who claimed he was being molested -- not by a priest -- but by God Himself. A patient with PTSD who gave me nightmares. A husband and wife who accused each other of abuse, and only one of them was telling the truth. And how could I ever forget, Patient #220. The problem is, my patients have a habit of dying. Sometimes I wonder if I'm the common denominator. Or maybe that's just the cost of taking on exceptionally broken clients. Either way, I'll never stop trying to help.
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- Author: Harper
- Publisher: Dr. Harper Therapy
- ISBN-10: 0578453045
- ISBN-13: 9780578453040
- Format: 13.3 x 20.3 x 0.9 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
I'm a therapist, and I work with the most dangerous patients.
I've seen it all... A boy who planned to be the next school shooter. A patient with OCD whose loved ones really did suffer every time he missed a ritual. A choir boy who claimed he was being molested -- not by a priest -- but by God Himself. A patient with PTSD who gave me nightmares. A husband and wife who accused each other of abuse, and only one of them was telling the truth. And how could I ever forget, Patient #220. The problem is, my patients have a habit of dying. Sometimes I wonder if I'm the common denominator. Or maybe that's just the cost of taking on exceptionally broken clients. Either way, I'll never stop trying to help.
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