Dottie’s session (A Jaci and Dottie story)
Dr. Adam Saintclair sat the young girl down and once again winced at the fact she flinched when he came too close.
“What in God’s name did that bastard do to this girl?” He thought.
“So, Dorothy. How are you doing?” He said to the little girl.
“I’m okay” she said, looking at the ground, obviously trying and failing to hold in shakes.
“Normally, I’d close the door so you and I can talk privately ...” Again he winced at the look of fear she showed at this “But for now, I’ll leave it open, and your tante Andrea is just outside, okay?”
“How are things doing with Andrea, Dorothy? You happy there?”
“She’s nice. I miss my mom sometimes, though.”
“Well, you know you can see her anytime, right? She just wants you safe.”
“And now you have Jaci in the house too, isnt that nice?”
“Yeah. It’s nice to have a sister. Even if she sometimes pretends to be a boy.”
“That’s good. She was badly hurt, Dorothy. It might take her some time to feel safe again.”
“Andrea says you’re in a girls school now, how does that feel.”
“Its okay, I guess.”
“But she says you dont like wearing the skirt, is that right? Why?”
“Not supposed to wear skirts. I’m a boy.”
“Is that how you feel ? Like a boy?”
“I dont know. Sometimes, I wanna be a boy. Sometimes I wanna be a girl. I get all confused.”
“What does being a boy mean to you?”
“Boys dont get hurt. Boys dont ... do ... things... with other boys.”
“Like the things you did?”
The little girl just nods, and weeps.
“You didnt want to do them, did you? He ... made you didnt he?”
“It was still my fault. If I hadnt been wearing mom’s dress he wouldn't have to ... help me.”
“Dorothy, I need you listen carefully. Can you do that?”
The little girl nods.
“ He was a ... bad man. What he did was wrong. He went to jail for it.You didnt do anything wrong.”
“That’s what Tante ‘Drea says.”
“She’s right. And what about being a girl?”
“I ... I dont know. I ... feel better when I’m dressed like a girl. More .. me, more real. Sometimes, I think I’m crazy.”
“Dorothy, I dont think you’re crazy. If you feel more right as a girl, then that’s who you should be. Its ... good to be yourself.”
“But I’m scared! The other girls at the school they’re real, they’re getting breasts and everything! I’m ... just a freak. I’ll never be like them.”
“Do they call you a freak?” Who calls you a freak?”
“HE did. HE told me I was a sissy, too.”
“But he was a bad man. So why listen to what a bad man says?”
Dorothy said nothing, and just looked at her shoes.
“Just think about it, and maybe try the uniform, okay? I’m sure if you do you’ll find the other girls very supportive.”
“Okay. Now, you go, and tell your new sister its her turn to talk to me.”
“You ... wont hurt her, will you? She’s been hurt enough, I think.”
“I wont hurt her, or you, or anyone. Promise.”
“I ... I think you’re okay. You’re not like HIm, are you?”
The little girl shakingly took his hand, and gave it a quick squeeze. Then she skipped out, and he could hear her say, “Tante ‘Drea, its Jaci’s turn.”
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