My Psychiatry Romance
A forbidden romance
A good reminiscence of when I was on a clinical posting in the psychiatric ward.
Prior to my psychiatry posting. I, amongst, many already had the biased notion of the word ‘psychiatry’. I had imagined seeing people in chains, looking raggedy and aggressive and ready to jump on any passerby. So, tell me why I went on the posting (fortunately found myself in the male ward) and I was met by the most reasonable looking scrumdilicious males ever! (Okay maybe not exactly scrumdilicious but they were pretty okay and fooiine. Lawd!)
Ahn ahn. They told us we’d see crazy people and have a wonderful experience but all I saw were good-looking guys I wouldn’t mind hitting on me (and they did hit…shhhh)
Day 1
I got to meet Eric, Nathaniel, Favour, Sydney et alia. Went through their folders and they were being held for substance abuse disorder which means, they were into drugs, smoking ouid and the lots. Personally, I’d had previous encounters with guys of the same crazy lifestyle, so this wasn’t a new thing to me. Also, they had pretty much sobered up when we came and so we were met up with very normal good-looking males capable of making the skin flush once in a while.
It was getting to mid-day and the nurses suggested we interact with them. Yes, baby! Just what I was waiting for. I really wanted to talk to Eric, he was the prettiest of them all (to me, of course) but Eric wasn’t interested in talking to me. So, I found myself talking to Sydney who wasn’t bad at all. Halfway into the conversation, I couldn’t stop myself from grinning like a goat. My cheeks literally hurt when I got home that day.
We talked about a lot; His school, family, how he started doing drugs and how he liked me (yeah! Already? I know, not surprising if you consider he had stayed there for 3 months surrounded by sweaty males and nothing more, I was the breath of fresh air)
It was getting late and we (my colleagues and I) had to go. Which was saddening, because I was enjoying Sydney’s company. Well, saying our goodbyes he asked for my number (which, I do think we were supposed to give out). I gave it to him though. Un-huh. He had no paper or pen but told me to call it out for him to memorize and I did. Did he memorize it? Yes! Because by 8 p.m. that day, I received a text message.
Hey. Good evening, my princess,
It’s Sydney, your psychiatric baby.
The end🧚♀️
Might write part 2, or not. Depending on how well this one does.
