“I just have a really hard time with social situations where I’m not super familiar.” the girl droned on. “I went to join the gym, I spent ten minutes crying and panicking outside of the door because I was scared of going in, of talking to people, of being judged…”
Karla stared at her, lost in her own thoughts. It wasn’t an interesting case. She couldn’t convince this girl to do anything stupid. Social anxiety. Where was the fun in that? This was a patient that Dr. Karla Sofen only took for the fifty dollars an hour her insurance paid out. She could hardly understand why this woman even bothered going to a therapist. Clearly she was fine. Maybe she wanted drugs. That had to be it.
Karla pulled her pad from her desk. “I’m going to prescribe you a benzodiazepine. Anti-anxiety. It should help you get through social situations easier.” she said with a small, gentle, entirely fake smile. “Same time next week.”
