Nothing Bad Is Going to Happen by Hale Kathleen

Author:Hale, Kathleen [Hale, Kathleen]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2015-10-28T23:00:00+00:00

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honey u sexi how about u cmere ur bf’s sleeping he don’t currrrr XXX DOLLAR DAN XXX

I make a face. Is Dollar Dan’s text something I talk about in therapy now or should I wait ten years?

“So you sublimate your sexuality in order to appease your father,” Ferguson is saying. Seems like we have a lot to discuss before we get to sexual harassment.

“I don’t like father and sexuality in the same sentence,” I say, turning off my phone.

“Sublimate . . . appease . . .” He flicks his wrist. “Fancy words that simply mean you’ve gone out of your way to protect him. You’ve guarded him from everything, and now he realizes how much you’ve grown up. I’m not defending him, just trying to emphasize the shock he must have felt once the blinders came off.”

“Yeah. But he’s still being a weirdo.”

“Occasionally a father may behave strangely when he senses his daughter is becoming sexual. In certain cases, he may temporarily rescind his love in an effort to reinfantilize her—to bring her crawling back to him as the child he once knew.”

“I guess,” I say. “He just needs to get off my nuts. He stresses me out.” The words untighten my chest a bit. This seems to be the gist of weekly therapy: I sort of squirm but then I always leave feeling a little lighter.

“You could tell him that,” Dr. Ferguson says quietly. “I think it would be entirely fair for you to say that to him.”

I hear Rosa’s car crunch on the snowy driveway outside. It’s already been an hour or so since they left. The minutes with Ferguson fly by. Maybe I will say it to Dom—just, you know, I’d love it if you could react less strongly to the stuff I’m going through, because it’s my life, and it’s hard enough going through it myself without dealing with your feelings on top of everything else.

The back door slams and I hear the fire extinguisher farting endless white foam.

“Kippy,” Dom calls, and the way he says it fills the whole house even though he isn’t shouting. “What the heck is this contraption? What’s this stuff on me? Dr. Ferguson, if you’re here I’d like an explanation of my daughter’s behavior, please.” I hear him curse a little to himself, stomping around.

Another trap goes off and he screams.

Dr. Ferguson bites his lip like he’s trying not to laugh. “Sounds like he got caught in a few of your booby traps. We should probably go give him a towel, and then I should probably go.”

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