The Case of Alice
Perverse Indiscretions of an Inhibited Young Woman
Tall and slender, bent as if against a wind, Alice walked into my office and sat meekly in the center of my couch. She was plain and childishly disheveled, slip showing, flat black Mary Jane shoes scuffed, dark blonde hair pulled back and stringing down. She said she was not sure, but she thought she needed help, someone to tell her how to straighten out her life. She had chosen me because of a colleague’s recommendation. Thirty years old, Alice was a highly trained nurse, a job she managed well but at great cost. She worked many more hours than she was paid, and in spite of doing an excellent job, felt inefficient, disorganized, often distracted by her thoughts ...