They all sat in their little seats with a plastic mini work table over their laps as the day went on with wisdom in understanding the mentally imbalanced. All listened as a host of well known psychologists spouted out the obvious then mixed it with technical words and terms which confused all but the egghead Travis who insisted on shouting out.. “Bravo!” After every distinguished fellow finished.
Near to lunch a Doctor in his field by the name of Ivory stood up with a slide show presentation.
“Here we will be given insight in a visual way as to how innocent people can become victims in life. Mental illness can be triggered by even the most subtle of things. The mind is a source of information and builds up protection against many things that life can throw on you. But somewhere like a good rampart, a sturdy enough shot can penetrate the wall and hole it. That is when all problems can result, a temporary quick fix to the hole aids the mental problems for a while until the brain sorts it and does a firm repair. Or it can be a permanent hole, one that cannot be fixed by a psychiatrist. That is where you all come in, you are dealing with these crumbled walls. You guys have to start the building process from scratch with medical help and kindness. Sometimes though they can never be rebuilt, old age, mental beatings, physical beatings can take their toll. In this case you are all heroes and deserve medals for your patience, kindness and endurance.”
He gave them all a personal clap which erupted into a big clap for all here. Except one who was waving frantically. “Yes?”
“Sorry, wet myself again, can I be excused.”
“Of course...” He took note of the name badge he was wearing. “Andy you may go.” He watched the man leave the room whilst making a note in his personal records. “Someone bring a patient along, leaving a staff member home alone!”
Many laughed except Margaret. “Shows up our home in a bad light that does.”
“Now take a look at the first picture we have here.” Ivory used a pointing stick to highlight the big picture upon this white projector screen.
“Now see before you an innocent occupation that could lead to mental problems.” Ivory said as the picture revealed an American couple, a young man and woman looking at a poster in a window and just behind was a booth with lights around. A couple behind were obviously paying and further behind in a blur was clearly another big window with two oblong shapes.
“What are the couple doing?” He asked as he opened this discussion to the floor. A woman tutted before sticking her hand up. He peered at the name as she was near the front. “Yes Margaret.”
“Looks like a couple visiting a sex shop to me, peering in at all that leather and whips.”
Doctor Ivory took a step back almost knocking the projector screen over. “It is not a couple looking in a sex shop.”
“It Soho then, loads of sexual shops and things there?” David added.
“It’s in America people, can’t you tell by looking at the picture.” Ivory came back with and saw a guy with dark wavy hair grinning at him. “Yes?”
“It must be an American sex shop then!”
“No, no, no! Can you all get off the idea of sex.”
Dirk laughed even more at the bold headed man as he wiped his chrome dome. “I think we all can except Margaret as she seems to have the problem with sex.”
Margaret stood up catching her legs on the desk. “I do not have a problem with sex!”
“You must have love, always on your agenda. Don’t get it at home dear?”
“My husband and I do it in the privacy of our home. We don’t ever allow that subject to be aired like the world feels it needs to.”
“People calm down! We will take our lunch break now. You have two hours, I suggest you don’t go too far. I will expect you back in your seats for one thirty.” Robin could tell Ivory was glad to tinker off and find some peace.