Therapy Quirks

Welcome to the Therapy Quirks, a fan blog dedicated to the internet novel, Therapy. Our main function is to post quirks related to said novel, but we all post the occasional related graphic and question. If you need a Therapy fix, we're the blog to see!

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We wend up holding each other, clinging together in the kind of group hug we haven’t shared since I was a little girl and I’d stumble upon my parents kissing in the kitchen. They would sweep between me between them and pin me there, holding me in place with steady arms. Arms that wouldn’t let me go, no matter what. Arms I took for granted every day of my life.
Then Sir Boyle pulls me aside and asks me privately if therapy is helping, or if the constant reminders are too much and we should try a different approach. I shake my head and tell him therapy might be the greatest blessing I have ever received and it’s a cheesy movie playing out before my very eyes.
Then I snap into the present, where my mother stands with her lips pressed tightly together, hands on hips. My father stands beside her, scowling. His eyes, sapphire like mine, are cold, hard, and unforgiving.
  • We wend up holding each other, clinging together in the kind of group hug we haven’t shared since I was a little girl and I’d stumble upon my parents kissing in the kitchen. They would sweep between me between them and pin me there, holding me in place with steady arms. Arms that wouldn’t let me go, no matter what. Arms I took for granted every day of my life.
  • Then Sir Boyle pulls me aside and asks me privately if therapy is helping, or if the constant reminders are too much and we should try a different approach. I shake my head and tell him therapy might be the greatest blessing I have ever received and it’s a cheesy movie playing out before my very eyes.
  • Then I snap into the present, where my mother stands with her lips pressed tightly together, hands on hips. My father stands beside her, scowling. His eyes, sapphire like mine, are cold, hard, and unforgiving.


My name waits on the tip of my tongue, fully      prepared to precede me into the room, but the man beats me to the punch.      “Andrea Boyle, but your parents and friends call you Andy. Am I right?”
“Your parents did describe you as…” he      presses his lips together, struggling to find the word, “…mordant. Yes. …      I’m willing to bet that you act a certain way around them so that they      know only what you want them to.”
“You made up your mind not to trust me before      you walked in the door.”
“Can you look me in the eye and honestly say      that nobody cares? Or is it just that you won’t let anyone in?”
“So you were a queen bee at some point, I      assume before your transfer.” A statement with the inflection of a      question. I don’t answer, though, because he’s already sorted it out for      himself.
“I saw the look on your face in the guidance      office this morning. I know you know you slipped up. I know you pretended in that room. But you don’t have      to pretend here.” The ghost of a smile flirts with the corner of his      mouth. “I’d see through your act anyway.”
Written in those sobs are all the feelings I      can’t express with words, because there are none. Darius knows that, so he      sits, he waits, and he listens.
  • My name waits on the tip of my tongue, fully prepared to precede me into the room, but the man beats me to the punch. “Andrea Boyle, but your parents and friends call you Andy. Am I right?”
  • “Your parents did describe you as…” he presses his lips together, struggling to find the word, “…mordant. Yes. … I’m willing to bet that you act a certain way around them so that they know only what you want them to.”
  • “You made up your mind not to trust me before you walked in the door.”
  • “Can you look me in the eye and honestly say that nobody cares? Or is it just that you won’t let anyone in?”
  • “So you were a queen bee at some point, I assume before your transfer.” A statement with the inflection of a question. I don’t answer, though, because he’s already sorted it out for himself.
  • “I saw the look on your face in the guidance office this morning. I know you know you slipped up. I know you pretended in that room. But you don’t have to pretend here.” The ghost of a smile flirts with the corner of his mouth. “I’d see through your act anyway.”
  • Written in those sobs are all the feelings I can’t express with words, because there are none. Darius knows that, so he sits, he waits, and he listens.


“It turns      out that if you screw a guy in a seedy club with no protection, you catch      a mild case of baby.”
“…it’s not      like I cheated on some test. We’re talking mini-Andy growing and dying      inside me.”
  • “It turns out that if you screw a guy in a seedy club with no protection, you catch a mild case of baby.”
  • “…it’s not like I cheated on some test. We’re talking mini-Andy growing and dying inside me.”


“The first      step to overcoming a problem is admitting you have one.”
“Very few      people are strong enough to face their demons alone… We all need support      systems.”
“…the point of life is to take      responsibility your mistakes and work past them, not shut down and refuse      to move forward.”
“Strength      isn’t sequestering yourself behind walls and sporting a brave mask while      you’re imploding… True strength is swallowing your pride and admitting you      can’t face everything alone.”
“Time      doesn’t heal all wounds – closure does.”
“… It’ll      most likely take time, but everything worth working toward does.”
  • “The first step to overcoming a problem is admitting you have one.”
  • “Very few people are strong enough to face their demons alone… We all need support systems.”
  • “…the point of life is to take responsibility your mistakes and work past them, not shut down and refuse to move forward.”
  • “Strength isn’t sequestering yourself behind walls and sporting a brave mask while you’re imploding… True strength is swallowing your pride and admitting you can’t face everything alone.”
  • “Time doesn’t heal all wounds – closure does.”
  • “… It’ll most likely take time, but everything worth working toward does.”


I’m      standing on the Rineharts’ doorstep flanked by the Boyles senior.
Lady Boyle      awaits me back home and I promised myself a long time ago that she would      never see me cry.
Lady Boyle      spends the entirety of the car ride sneaking glances at me in the      rear-view mirror.
The clamor      it makes startles me, but neither Sir nor Lady Boyle move.
If I so      much as drop my fork, Sir Boyle will shoot off at the mouth.
As I      suspected, Sir Boyle flies off the handle first.
  • I’m standing on the Rineharts’ doorstep flanked by the Boyles senior.
  • Lady Boyle awaits me back home and I promised myself a long time ago that she would never see me cry.
  • Lady Boyle spends the entirety of the car ride sneaking glances at me in the rear-view mirror.
  • The clamor it makes startles me, but neither Sir nor Lady Boyle move.
  • If I so much as drop my fork, Sir Boyle will shoot off at the mouth.
  • As I suspected, Sir Boyle flies off the handle first.


Then I realize thinking about her is      dampening my mood and I wonder what Darius would say if he heard about      this. “Katie played a key role in your past, so she’ll always be a part of      you, but that doesn’t mean she has any right to ruin your future. Like all      past memories, you need to accept that she happened and move on – open      yourself up to something new.”
“Andy.”      His voice, clear as day, quiets the babble. “Very few people are strong      enough to face their demons alone. I’ll be here for you… If you’re ever      spiraling down a rabbit hole and the card can’t help, I want you to call      me.”
… Darius’ words play on a loop in the      back of my mind. True strength is swallowing your pride and admitting you      can’t face everything alone.
I reach up      to ruffle his hair as I wonder what Darius would say in this kind of      situation. It would be something along the lines of what he said to me.      “The fact that you recognize your flaws is an indication that you’re a      decent person.”
  • Then I realize thinking about her is dampening my mood and I wonder what Darius would say if he heard about this. “Katie played a key role in your past, so she’ll always be a part of you, but that doesn’t mean she has any right to ruin your future. Like all past memories, you need to accept that she happened and move on – open yourself up to something new.”
  • “Andy.” His voice, clear as day, quiets the babble. “Very few people are strong enough to face their demons alone. I’ll be here for you… If you’re ever spiraling down a rabbit hole and the card can’t help, I want you to call me.”
  • Darius’ words play on a loop in the back of my mind. True strength is swallowing your pride and admitting you can’t face everything alone.
  • I reach up to ruffle his hair as I wonder what Darius would say in this kind of situation. It would be something along the lines of what he said to me. “The fact that you recognize your flaws is an indication that you’re a decent person.”