Chapter 174: The Wilson’s Double Murder Case V
Twenty years ago, Dr. Martin’s Clinic.
Kevin looked at the young redhead; he had known her for almost ten years. And the wisdom her eyes held he’d not seen in many. Even to those around his age. "Honestly?" He asked, knowing full well she wouldn’t back down.
"I wouldn’t have it any other way," she answered as he expected.
"I don’t know." He confessed, leaning back to his chair.
Sam scowled at him; it can’t be; he should know. "Not specifically ’what’ caused it but from my years of observation and study of your mental health, and undeniable-remarkable growth. Something traumatizing caused it, something so bad--" he started to explain,
"I repressed it." She finished for him, causing him to chuckle under his breath, impressed. She must have been absorbing books after books on psychology. He knew she was the type to go big, never half-assing things.
"Yes, like you may already be aware. Psychological repression is an automatic defensive mechanism based on Sigmund Freud’s psychoanalytic model in which people subconsciously push unpleasant or intolerable thoughts and feelings into their unconscious." Kevin said, earning Sam’s full attention. She had learned that, as well.
"In layman’s terms, when situations or memories occur that we are unable to cope with, we push them away." He added, using jargons he knew she could fully comprehend.
He released the pen in his hand, letting it roll on the table till it stopped on its own. He looked at the teenager before him; she was his most superb patient. And it won’t be long he knew till he would no longer be her psychologist was near. She was no longer a child, after all. "It’s something your mind, your understanding as a child at the time couldn’t handle. That it chose to bury it deep within your subconscious, that’s why you can’t remember", he said.
"Why?" she asked, the very question she had been asking herself for the past weeks. Something she wanted most to know. She needed to know.