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Chapter Thirteen
Dr. Jay Branson Journal Entry At approximately 1400 hours, Ms. Elizabeth Yarring was summoned to my office for our weekly session. During her previous admissions I have accessed Ms. Yarring three times per week, but her current behavior and the advancement of her condition requires intensive behavioral therapy, including the use of restraints, and until the behavior modification is complete, weekly sessions shall suffice. “Long time no see,” Ms. Yarring said sarcastically. The patient often uses humor to block any genuine progress toward improving her condition. “I was hoping it would have been longer.” “Yeah, well, what can I tell you?” She pointed to her temple. “Like you always say, I got something up here that’s broken.” She shimmied in her seat. “Plus, I missed you.” The patient
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