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The Elliquian Herald & Post
Issue 74 (Autumn) ~ August thru October 2017

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Author Topic: A Mental Patient Manages His Sexual Urges [M for F]  (Read 157 times)

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A Mental Patient Manages His Sexual Urges [M for F]
« on: June 11, 2017, 03:00:56 PM »
Fifteen months. Thatís how long Ryan Tristan had spent in the Mottsburgh Asylum for Mental Welfare, an euphemistically named institution for the mentally ill on the outskirts of the city. Unlike the other men he passed in the halls, Ryan was here of his own accord, the result of a rash decision he made one day after leaving work. He had been a university professor for several years, and increasingly felt uncomfortable when approached by young students, attractive and eager, asking questions about English literature, his field of study. Nothing ever happened sexually, but he did allow the thought to cross his mind from time to time, especially when the student sported a large bust. That was his weakness: A woman with a large rack could give him fits, and in this case it sent him to the asylum. For after one brief meeting with a Latina student whose rack he couldnít stop looking at, he decided to check himself in Mottsburgh for a period of distraction and recovery, to escape the big-breasted women he faced every day. It was all he could do, for society, that is, to avoid interactions with women he so wanted to dominate. So for fifteen months he had been away from his ex-wife and his children, away from his students and former colleagues, and really distant from almost all society. He told his nurses, all of them male, of course, not to allow him any access to magazines or newspapers or television programs with pretty women of any noticeable bust. The instructions were clear on every sheet of paper the institution kept on him. Actually, the institution seemed to be helping: For the first time since he checked himself in, he began feeling better, more in control, and even wrote to his ex-wife that he would go home in just a few weeks, if his progress continued. He was eager to return to the life he once knew, with the new coping strategies he had to manage his intense sexual attraction.

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