The 8th Crazy Thing I Did – The Therapist

Hello, again it’s been a while since my last post. I’m glad that there are still people who remember me and my stories. Life has been pretty busy and I had a hard time organizing my thoughts to write, ok aminin ko na, tinamad rin ako. Also, hindi ko napansin that we have a Post Confession part but since I already posted all my stories under “Stories” I will just leave it here.

This happened almost 8 or 9 years when I was still single and crazy. Yes I am married with a kid and have already grown out of my crazy past. If you are curious, please read my other stories as yes they are true but remember, these were during the times I was still unmarried and crazy.

I had a mild scoliosis, I have been diligently treating this and with the help of our company’s health card, I get a limited number of sessions per year while I do the back exercises on my own after my free sessions are over. The last exam I had showed steady improvement that it is already almost negligible but since I already did the consultation, the doctor still gave me the sessions for the year. I had a usual physical therapist who has been like my constant therapist. We already know each other and it was just a normal thing in the therapy place I go to. There are the familiar faces I saw and some of them welcome but some not so. There is this therapist, who was there and was a little bit fresh or presko. He used to try to get to be the one to do my therapy instead of my usual. We usually said our hellos and I started my sessions just like the years before that. It was annoying that this time, he would sometimes enter the room while I was doing my exercises and would be asking my therapist questions and this would go on quite regularly until both me and my therapist knows that he just wants to take peeks. If my therapist is not around, she leaves me with a gay therapist who she knows as long as it is not that guy. He is actually quite young, around my age so it’s about mid 20’s (at that time), not that bad looking, and pretty regular.

The week came where there was a series of long weekends. We had Monday and Tuesday off and the next Monday was off as well, so my therapist said that she would take a leave for a week to go home to the province and she said the person who usually covers for her would be there because I really don’t want to extend my therapy session. I still had a few more to go, and would want it to end as early in the year as possible so I don’t need to keep going there. Confident that there would be people who would take her spot, I went to the center to have my therapy. When I was there, there were hardly any people and the only person available was the guy (the presko guy). I was already going to can…