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Hey folks. ^,^ I'm starting something again. =3 This time it's a story to HELP Petie and Momma... though it'll be rough going. This will help them in the end I promise.
Anyway having known Petie and Momma for so long Vastella can no longer just ignore the obvious issues they have just bottled up inside them. As Petie's student counselor and Gwen's friend she feels she must do something to help them... but is she sticking her non-existent nose too far where it doesn't belong? And what will her "Help" do? Lets start this little psycology session and find out why don't we?
Oh and on another note the pic is an attempt to make something that looks like a rorschach test... ^,^; Sorry if it just looks ugly.
Anyway Enjoy! =D
Petie, Jules, Momma (Gwen), and Vastella owned by me
The bell had just rung and another day at the PCA had come to an end. The students hurried out of their classroom to their lockers, eager to head home. Through the hustle, bustle, and general chaos of the students packing away for the day a lone Gothitelle effortlessly moved through the crowd, the older lady focused on one goal as she moved through the halls.
Vastella Astrom knew exactly where she was going and who she was looking for. The guidance counselor had been planning this for a while and today was the day to finally start helping Petie with his laundry list of issues. She’d known the teddiursa for about six years now and had been holding this in for almost half of them simply because it wasn’t her place to say anything, but now that he was a student here at the PCA it was EXACTLY her place. “Hmmm… he should have had Math as his last class of the day… probably still asleep too…” she said to herself as she headed in that direction. She’d been keeping tabs on how the teddiursa had been doing, both with her limited authority as a guidance counselor, talking with him whenever she ended up babysitting him, and her regular friendly chats with his mother.
Arriving at the classroom she stepped inside and smiled. Sitting there at his desk with his math book still out was Petie, fast asleep and drooling a little on his homework, Jules nudging him trying to wake him up. She stifled a giggle as she silently moved over to them. She was sure they would be surprised to see her here, she rarely mentioned her work and they hadn’t seen her around campus yet so this should be a pleasant surprise.
“Hello Jules, would you care for a little help waking up bedtime bear here?” she asked politely, smiling slightly at the riolu’s jump and squeak of surprise. “Mrs. Astrom?” he asked, looking up to her curiously “What are you doing here?” she gave his head a gentle pat and wagged a finger at him “Now, now. It’s Vastella… or you can call me Auntie like Petie does… as for why I’m here? Well actually I’m one of the guidance counselors here. Now then… I believe we were trying to wake up Petie, right? I’ve learned the best way to do it is…” she allowed herself a playful smile, reached under the desk, and oh so delicately tickled Petie’s toes.
The resulting squeak, giggles, and flailing would have sent Petie collapsing backwards with his chair but he ended up stopping in mid air, a light glow around him “A-auntie!?” he squeaked, still flailing a little “What are yu dowin here?” he finished, kicking his little legs “Put me down!” Vastella couldn’t resist having a chuckle as she gently put Petie back down onto his feet “Well dear I work here as a guidance counselor… and I believe you have an appointment with me.”
“I do?”
”He does?”
She giggled at there reactions and kneeled down to their level “Yes, yes he does.” She gently ruffled Jules’s hair “Now why don’t you get your stuff and run along, I’ve already told Momma Petie would be late so I’m sure she’s waiting for you.” Before Jules could protest she gently shooed him out the door “Don’t worry, I’ll take Petie home today so it’ll be okay.” She assured him “Now hurry along, me and Petie need to have a long talk.” Just standing there looking stupefied for a moment Jules finally smiled “Okay then, hurry home okay Petie!’ he called, waving to him from across the room “Me and Momma will be waiting!” and with that he skipped away, leaving Petie alone with Vastella.
“…….”
”Something on your mind dear?”
”I don’t have an appointment with yu…”
”No… but we need to talk about a few things.”
”Nu. I dun wanna. Why should I? You showed up out of nowhere and tell me we have tu talk… why should we?”
”Petie, I’ve babysat you for a long while now… you know you can trust me.”
”Maaaaaybe… but I dun wike how yu woke me up.”
”Okay then, how about I give you the option B choice?”
”What’s dat?”
”Well I COULD tell a few people about that time you were ten and ended up wearing diapers the whole weekend I babysat you because you kept having accidents…”
”……. Where’s your office?”
”That’s my little teddy bear, right this way now.”
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Sitting in a rather plush chair Petie looked around Vastella’s office and couldn’t help but think about how much it reminded him of her house… boarding the line between tackily overdone and comfortably cluttered. The place wasn’t that big to start with and she’d filled the walls up with painting, pictures, and bookshelves… and filled those bookshelves with everything from pottery, a stuffed toy or two, wood block puzzles, various nick-knacks, and enough psychology and development books to literally bore the little normal type to death. As she sat behind her relatively organized desk Petie fidgeted uncomfortably, watching the hoothoot wall clock’s eyes tick back and forth for the seconds. “So… what did you wanna talk about?” he asked… he honestly had no clue what Auntie wanted but he was hoping it would be quick.
“Petie I’ve know you for a long time, and I’m afraid to say this conversation has been long coming for most of it.” That got his attention, her voice and tone were total business and professional as she looked at him from across the table calmly “U-um… otay?” he squeaked, suddenly nervous. He’d never seen her like this before… was he is trouble? “Petie, you’re growing into a young man now… but you have several hang ups and issues that are hindering your growth and maturity. Your tendency to lapse into baby talk is one of them.” He fidgeted more, growing more uncomfortable by the minute “W-what do you mean? What issues? Auntie… this is weird…” he whined softly.
Her tone shifted slight, to a slightly gentler but still professional one as she smiled “Just bear with me please, I’d honestly like to try and help you overcome some of your problems if you’d give me a chance.” She motioned to him “This all depends on you, if you want we can cut this short and you can walk right out that door anytime you feel uncomfortable… but I would at least like for you to give it a chance. Please?” she asked gently, looking him in the eyes. A soft whimper escaped his lips as he fidgeted more. He was really uncomfortable NOW… but after all that and their history together he’d never forgive himself if he walked out “Otay… what kind of issues do you wanna talk about anyway? What’s wrong with me?” he muttered, obviously still unhappy.
“Nothing wrong with you dear… you just have a few things that have happened to you is all.” She folded her hands on the desk in front of him “Now then, I’d like to take these things one at a time… first off there’s something I think has been affecting both you and your mother for quite a while now… Petie?” she looked him dead in the eyes “Please tell me about your father.” Petie flinched as his little claws dug into the arm rests of the chair “… my dad?” he asked softly, his voice surprisingly calm as he looked to her. Hoping this was just some kind of a mean joke. Unfortunately for him she nodded “Yes, your father.”
Forcing himself to calm down as much as he could, both to keep from running out the door and to keep his little claws from ripping the chair apart as they dug into it, he took a deep breath “My dad……… we don’t talk about him at home. Not me, Momma, or big sis or my big brother. We just don’t mention him around the house.” He said, focusing on the nameplate sitting a few feet from him at the front of the desk. “Why don’t you talk about him?” Vastella asked, voice low and gentle, to keep from further bothering the already distressed bear.
He just sat there silently for a moment before finally speaking up, eyes still locked on the nameplate“… auntie?” She shifted forward a little and nodded “I’m right here Petie, I’m listening.” he drew another deep breath “… I can more or less remember back to when I was four years old and my family was back in Saffron…” she nodded, not saying anything for fear of pushing too hard “… I only remember seeing my dad about five times or so in all these years… that’s all.” He finished, hands now holding his knees as his gaze shifted to the ground.
He heard Vastella shift in her chair but didn’t look up until something gently nudged his arm, he blinked and glanced up a little finding a platter of chocolate chip cookies hovering in next to him “Take one or two, it might help you feel a little better dear… we’re making progress but we need to keep going a little further before we can call it a day.” He voice was gentle and concerned as Petie just gave into base reflex and chowed down on several cookies, downing about five before finally stopping. Whether it was the sugar or something else he did feel a little better by the time he’d almost finished the last one… just now noticing Vastella had gotten up and gone to a mini fridge tucked in the corner he hadn’t noticed before and after pouring something had come back with… a glass of milk?
“Cwookies an mwilk?” he lisped mouth still partially full of cookie as he looked at her. She’d been treating him pretty much like a growing teen this whole time… why change now? “Think of it as a way to help students open up to me… a few treats offered at the right time to help lighten the mood can do wonders for them and help get them through confronting their troubles.” She said, giving the glass to Petie. He just looked at her for a moment before downing the whole thing in one go, leaving him with a milk mustache to go with the cookie crumbs along the sides of his mouth. He could see her resisting giggling as she gave him a napkin to wipe his face off and went back to her chair.
“Now then… feel up to continuing?” she asked, looking at him hopefully. Sitting there for a minute and just enjoying the satisfying feeling of a full tummy Petie finally nodded “Okay then… next question… how did your father act the few times you remember being around him?” Petie flinched again and resumed fidgeting “… do I gotta remember?” he whined, looking to Vastella hoping for a reprieve, no such luck “Please? At least try… okay?”
“He… he was…” the teddiursa started, trying to figure out how to say this “It was like he couldn’t focus around me… like he didn’t wanna even be near me.” He fidgeting more as if just talking about it made him itch “He tried to hang out with me and do the kinda things a good father is suppose ta do…” Petie took a deep breath, obviously having trouble putting this into words “But… it was like… I don’t know, like he was doing it cause he felt he had to or something. Like he really just didn’t wanna be there… like being near me made him uncomfortable…” he sniffled “He never could keep my age right either… last few times he thought I was still either three or four. He always tries to spend time with me, gives up and sorta spends time with Momma… at least… a little time with her… but then vanishes before we can turn back around like he’s runnin away from us…”
By now there were tears running down Petie’s cheeks as the bad feelings he’d long bottled up from this spilled out freely from his mouth “Why? Why doesn’t he like me? Did I do something wrong? Is it cause of me he weave Momma awone? Why?” he was bawling now “Am I weally da bad a failure like my big bwother said? Why? What did I du wrong!? Wha…” before his little tantrum can continue a pair of soft arms wrap tightly around him as Vastella pulled the bawling teddiursa into a hug. Gently letting him rest his head on her shoulder as he bawled.
She just let him cry for a minute or two, gently rubbing his back, before finally speaking up “Nothing… you did nothing wrong Dear.” She said gently, only able to imagine how long Petie had kept all this bottled up inside of him “If anyone’s at fault it’s your father.” At that Petie sniffled and looked at her, about to protest that even as tears flowed from his eyes. A finger placed against his lips silenced him “Like I said your father’s fault for refusing to get to know such a remarkable child… for running away from his family when they needed him… you can’t blame yourself for this. It never once was your fault.”
Gently cuddling him again she continued “And your brother’s wrong… he’s always been wrong about you. You’ve got friends who care about you, a mother and sister who love you, and so much potential for greatness in you… so don’t call yourself a failure. You most certain aren’t one.” She said firmly, cuddling the crying teddiursa gently till he’d managed to cry all of this out.
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As expected after half an hour he’d cried himself out Petie had dozed right off in her arms. She gently cuddled him before setting him back down on the chair. She knew Petie well enough to know after all that he wasn’t likely to wake up for a while… and he was likely gonna need dry undies when he did. So she focused on getting all her things together so she could get him home. All things considered this first session had gone surprisingly well.
She’d managed to get Petie to admit to his feelings of abandonment from his father, a far better start then she’d thought they’d manage. If she wanted to help Petie she’d have to start with the small things first… of course in psychology there was no such thing as a “Small Thing” Flipping open the folder she looked over the psychological profile she’d made for Petie and glanced through it. Growing up without his dad around had left Petie with no strong male role model to look up to besides his brother and TV, neither of which were beneficial to him. In fact his brother was most likely responsible for several of Petie’s traumas… she’d get to him later.
For now just helping Petie cope and come to terms with this would be best, from there she could help him work through his bigger issues and overcome them… BUT she had someone else who also needed help with this first. Gathering up her remaining things and slipping them into her bag she scooped Petie up and cradled him against her, carrying him out the door, luckily it was late enough the halls were empty so no-one could see this and ask about it.
Yes… Petie wasn’t the only one hurting inside over his father all but abandoning his family. Gwen had to be in more pain then she could possibly imagine. She didn’t talk about her husband or even acknowledge his existence. Most likely she was in hard denial and throwing all that unhappiness into her work and raising her children… which would explain why her empty nest syndrome was hitting so hard at the idea of Petie growing up and not needing her anymore and how she babied him because of that. She’d have to talk to her as well.
Unfortunately… the kind of approach she used for Petie most like wouldn’t work for his mother. Vastella sighed as she gently strapped Petie into the car seat she put in her backseat just for this use. This was going to be really complicated. If she tried to just confront Gwen directly about this her breakdown could be catastrophic considering how long she’d been bottling it up… and seeing his mother have a nervous breakdown would be very bad for Petie as well. If she didn’t handle this carefully, she could destroy their family in her attempt to help.
Starting her car and shaking her head to clear it of that thought Vastella started to head for home. She knew the risks here… that’s why she WASN’T going to confront Gwen about it, she was going to slowly and gently ease her into this. Bring her to accept and come to terms with this over time… there wasn’t anyway she could do it any faster, not on her own at least, but any progress is good with these kind of things. In fact… she had the PERFECT way to start!
A soft, unintelligible mumble from the backseat reminded Vastella of her little passenger. She glanced at him with the rear view mirror and smiled. He looked so innocent fast asleep and sucking on his paw. Right, get Petie home first, THEN plan how you’re going to help his mother… must have priorities of course. She just hoped Gwen and Jules weren’t too worried is all.
Anyway having known Petie and Momma for so long Vastella can no longer just ignore the obvious issues they have just bottled up inside them. As Petie's student counselor and Gwen's friend she feels she must do something to help them... but is she sticking her non-existent nose too far where it doesn't belong? And what will her "Help" do? Lets start this little psycology session and find out why don't we?
Oh and on another note the pic is an attempt to make something that looks like a rorschach test... ^,^; Sorry if it just looks ugly.
Anyway Enjoy! =D
Petie, Jules, Momma (Gwen), and Vastella owned by me
PCA – Counseling Part 1The bell had just rung and another day at the PCA had come to an end. The students hurried out of their classroom to their lockers, eager to head home. Through the hustle, bustle, and general chaos of the students packing away for the day a lone Gothitelle effortlessly moved through the crowd, the older lady focused on one goal as she moved through the halls.
Vastella Astrom knew exactly where she was going and who she was looking for. The guidance counselor had been planning this for a while and today was the day to finally start helping Petie with his laundry list of issues. She’d known the teddiursa for about six years now and had been holding this in for almost half of them simply because it wasn’t her place to say anything, but now that he was a student here at the PCA it was EXACTLY her place. “Hmmm… he should have had Math as his last class of the day… probably still asleep too…” she said to herself as she headed in that direction. She’d been keeping tabs on how the teddiursa had been doing, both with her limited authority as a guidance counselor, talking with him whenever she ended up babysitting him, and her regular friendly chats with his mother.
Arriving at the classroom she stepped inside and smiled. Sitting there at his desk with his math book still out was Petie, fast asleep and drooling a little on his homework, Jules nudging him trying to wake him up. She stifled a giggle as she silently moved over to them. She was sure they would be surprised to see her here, she rarely mentioned her work and they hadn’t seen her around campus yet so this should be a pleasant surprise.
“Hello Jules, would you care for a little help waking up bedtime bear here?” she asked politely, smiling slightly at the riolu’s jump and squeak of surprise. “Mrs. Astrom?” he asked, looking up to her curiously “What are you doing here?” she gave his head a gentle pat and wagged a finger at him “Now, now. It’s Vastella… or you can call me Auntie like Petie does… as for why I’m here? Well actually I’m one of the guidance counselors here. Now then… I believe we were trying to wake up Petie, right? I’ve learned the best way to do it is…” she allowed herself a playful smile, reached under the desk, and oh so delicately tickled Petie’s toes.
The resulting squeak, giggles, and flailing would have sent Petie collapsing backwards with his chair but he ended up stopping in mid air, a light glow around him “A-auntie!?” he squeaked, still flailing a little “What are yu dowin here?” he finished, kicking his little legs “Put me down!” Vastella couldn’t resist having a chuckle as she gently put Petie back down onto his feet “Well dear I work here as a guidance counselor… and I believe you have an appointment with me.”
“I do?”
”He does?”
She giggled at there reactions and kneeled down to their level “Yes, yes he does.” She gently ruffled Jules’s hair “Now why don’t you get your stuff and run along, I’ve already told Momma Petie would be late so I’m sure she’s waiting for you.” Before Jules could protest she gently shooed him out the door “Don’t worry, I’ll take Petie home today so it’ll be okay.” She assured him “Now hurry along, me and Petie need to have a long talk.” Just standing there looking stupefied for a moment Jules finally smiled “Okay then, hurry home okay Petie!’ he called, waving to him from across the room “Me and Momma will be waiting!” and with that he skipped away, leaving Petie alone with Vastella.
“…….”
”Something on your mind dear?”
”I don’t have an appointment with yu…”
”No… but we need to talk about a few things.”
”Nu. I dun wanna. Why should I? You showed up out of nowhere and tell me we have tu talk… why should we?”
”Petie, I’ve babysat you for a long while now… you know you can trust me.”
”Maaaaaybe… but I dun wike how yu woke me up.”
”Okay then, how about I give you the option B choice?”
”What’s dat?”
”Well I COULD tell a few people about that time you were ten and ended up wearing diapers the whole weekend I babysat you because you kept having accidents…”
”……. Where’s your office?”
”That’s my little teddy bear, right this way now.”
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Sitting in a rather plush chair Petie looked around Vastella’s office and couldn’t help but think about how much it reminded him of her house… boarding the line between tackily overdone and comfortably cluttered. The place wasn’t that big to start with and she’d filled the walls up with painting, pictures, and bookshelves… and filled those bookshelves with everything from pottery, a stuffed toy or two, wood block puzzles, various nick-knacks, and enough psychology and development books to literally bore the little normal type to death. As she sat behind her relatively organized desk Petie fidgeted uncomfortably, watching the hoothoot wall clock’s eyes tick back and forth for the seconds. “So… what did you wanna talk about?” he asked… he honestly had no clue what Auntie wanted but he was hoping it would be quick.
“Petie I’ve know you for a long time, and I’m afraid to say this conversation has been long coming for most of it.” That got his attention, her voice and tone were total business and professional as she looked at him from across the table calmly “U-um… otay?” he squeaked, suddenly nervous. He’d never seen her like this before… was he is trouble? “Petie, you’re growing into a young man now… but you have several hang ups and issues that are hindering your growth and maturity. Your tendency to lapse into baby talk is one of them.” He fidgeted more, growing more uncomfortable by the minute “W-what do you mean? What issues? Auntie… this is weird…” he whined softly.
Her tone shifted slight, to a slightly gentler but still professional one as she smiled “Just bear with me please, I’d honestly like to try and help you overcome some of your problems if you’d give me a chance.” She motioned to him “This all depends on you, if you want we can cut this short and you can walk right out that door anytime you feel uncomfortable… but I would at least like for you to give it a chance. Please?” she asked gently, looking him in the eyes. A soft whimper escaped his lips as he fidgeted more. He was really uncomfortable NOW… but after all that and their history together he’d never forgive himself if he walked out “Otay… what kind of issues do you wanna talk about anyway? What’s wrong with me?” he muttered, obviously still unhappy.
“Nothing wrong with you dear… you just have a few things that have happened to you is all.” She folded her hands on the desk in front of him “Now then, I’d like to take these things one at a time… first off there’s something I think has been affecting both you and your mother for quite a while now… Petie?” she looked him dead in the eyes “Please tell me about your father.” Petie flinched as his little claws dug into the arm rests of the chair “… my dad?” he asked softly, his voice surprisingly calm as he looked to her. Hoping this was just some kind of a mean joke. Unfortunately for him she nodded “Yes, your father.”
Forcing himself to calm down as much as he could, both to keep from running out the door and to keep his little claws from ripping the chair apart as they dug into it, he took a deep breath “My dad……… we don’t talk about him at home. Not me, Momma, or big sis or my big brother. We just don’t mention him around the house.” He said, focusing on the nameplate sitting a few feet from him at the front of the desk. “Why don’t you talk about him?” Vastella asked, voice low and gentle, to keep from further bothering the already distressed bear.
He just sat there silently for a moment before finally speaking up, eyes still locked on the nameplate“… auntie?” She shifted forward a little and nodded “I’m right here Petie, I’m listening.” he drew another deep breath “… I can more or less remember back to when I was four years old and my family was back in Saffron…” she nodded, not saying anything for fear of pushing too hard “… I only remember seeing my dad about five times or so in all these years… that’s all.” He finished, hands now holding his knees as his gaze shifted to the ground.
He heard Vastella shift in her chair but didn’t look up until something gently nudged his arm, he blinked and glanced up a little finding a platter of chocolate chip cookies hovering in next to him “Take one or two, it might help you feel a little better dear… we’re making progress but we need to keep going a little further before we can call it a day.” He voice was gentle and concerned as Petie just gave into base reflex and chowed down on several cookies, downing about five before finally stopping. Whether it was the sugar or something else he did feel a little better by the time he’d almost finished the last one… just now noticing Vastella had gotten up and gone to a mini fridge tucked in the corner he hadn’t noticed before and after pouring something had come back with… a glass of milk?
“Cwookies an mwilk?” he lisped mouth still partially full of cookie as he looked at her. She’d been treating him pretty much like a growing teen this whole time… why change now? “Think of it as a way to help students open up to me… a few treats offered at the right time to help lighten the mood can do wonders for them and help get them through confronting their troubles.” She said, giving the glass to Petie. He just looked at her for a moment before downing the whole thing in one go, leaving him with a milk mustache to go with the cookie crumbs along the sides of his mouth. He could see her resisting giggling as she gave him a napkin to wipe his face off and went back to her chair.
“Now then… feel up to continuing?” she asked, looking at him hopefully. Sitting there for a minute and just enjoying the satisfying feeling of a full tummy Petie finally nodded “Okay then… next question… how did your father act the few times you remember being around him?” Petie flinched again and resumed fidgeting “… do I gotta remember?” he whined, looking to Vastella hoping for a reprieve, no such luck “Please? At least try… okay?”
“He… he was…” the teddiursa started, trying to figure out how to say this “It was like he couldn’t focus around me… like he didn’t wanna even be near me.” He fidgeting more as if just talking about it made him itch “He tried to hang out with me and do the kinda things a good father is suppose ta do…” Petie took a deep breath, obviously having trouble putting this into words “But… it was like… I don’t know, like he was doing it cause he felt he had to or something. Like he really just didn’t wanna be there… like being near me made him uncomfortable…” he sniffled “He never could keep my age right either… last few times he thought I was still either three or four. He always tries to spend time with me, gives up and sorta spends time with Momma… at least… a little time with her… but then vanishes before we can turn back around like he’s runnin away from us…”
By now there were tears running down Petie’s cheeks as the bad feelings he’d long bottled up from this spilled out freely from his mouth “Why? Why doesn’t he like me? Did I do something wrong? Is it cause of me he weave Momma awone? Why?” he was bawling now “Am I weally da bad a failure like my big bwother said? Why? What did I du wrong!? Wha…” before his little tantrum can continue a pair of soft arms wrap tightly around him as Vastella pulled the bawling teddiursa into a hug. Gently letting him rest his head on her shoulder as he bawled.
She just let him cry for a minute or two, gently rubbing his back, before finally speaking up “Nothing… you did nothing wrong Dear.” She said gently, only able to imagine how long Petie had kept all this bottled up inside of him “If anyone’s at fault it’s your father.” At that Petie sniffled and looked at her, about to protest that even as tears flowed from his eyes. A finger placed against his lips silenced him “Like I said your father’s fault for refusing to get to know such a remarkable child… for running away from his family when they needed him… you can’t blame yourself for this. It never once was your fault.”
Gently cuddling him again she continued “And your brother’s wrong… he’s always been wrong about you. You’ve got friends who care about you, a mother and sister who love you, and so much potential for greatness in you… so don’t call yourself a failure. You most certain aren’t one.” She said firmly, cuddling the crying teddiursa gently till he’d managed to cry all of this out.
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As expected after half an hour he’d cried himself out Petie had dozed right off in her arms. She gently cuddled him before setting him back down on the chair. She knew Petie well enough to know after all that he wasn’t likely to wake up for a while… and he was likely gonna need dry undies when he did. So she focused on getting all her things together so she could get him home. All things considered this first session had gone surprisingly well.
She’d managed to get Petie to admit to his feelings of abandonment from his father, a far better start then she’d thought they’d manage. If she wanted to help Petie she’d have to start with the small things first… of course in psychology there was no such thing as a “Small Thing” Flipping open the folder she looked over the psychological profile she’d made for Petie and glanced through it. Growing up without his dad around had left Petie with no strong male role model to look up to besides his brother and TV, neither of which were beneficial to him. In fact his brother was most likely responsible for several of Petie’s traumas… she’d get to him later.
For now just helping Petie cope and come to terms with this would be best, from there she could help him work through his bigger issues and overcome them… BUT she had someone else who also needed help with this first. Gathering up her remaining things and slipping them into her bag she scooped Petie up and cradled him against her, carrying him out the door, luckily it was late enough the halls were empty so no-one could see this and ask about it.
Yes… Petie wasn’t the only one hurting inside over his father all but abandoning his family. Gwen had to be in more pain then she could possibly imagine. She didn’t talk about her husband or even acknowledge his existence. Most likely she was in hard denial and throwing all that unhappiness into her work and raising her children… which would explain why her empty nest syndrome was hitting so hard at the idea of Petie growing up and not needing her anymore and how she babied him because of that. She’d have to talk to her as well.
Unfortunately… the kind of approach she used for Petie most like wouldn’t work for his mother. Vastella sighed as she gently strapped Petie into the car seat she put in her backseat just for this use. This was going to be really complicated. If she tried to just confront Gwen directly about this her breakdown could be catastrophic considering how long she’d been bottling it up… and seeing his mother have a nervous breakdown would be very bad for Petie as well. If she didn’t handle this carefully, she could destroy their family in her attempt to help.
Starting her car and shaking her head to clear it of that thought Vastella started to head for home. She knew the risks here… that’s why she WASN’T going to confront Gwen about it, she was going to slowly and gently ease her into this. Bring her to accept and come to terms with this over time… there wasn’t anyway she could do it any faster, not on her own at least, but any progress is good with these kind of things. In fact… she had the PERFECT way to start!
A soft, unintelligible mumble from the backseat reminded Vastella of her little passenger. She glanced at him with the rear view mirror and smiled. He looked so innocent fast asleep and sucking on his paw. Right, get Petie home first, THEN plan how you’re going to help his mother… must have priorities of course. She just hoped Gwen and Jules weren’t too worried is all.
Category Story / Pokemon
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 360 x 361px
File Size 17.7 kB
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Well... to be fair that would be legitimate questions at this point. Vastella is kind of like an aunt to Petie and a very good friend to his mom... so it's going to be near impossible for her to remain completely detached from this and she knows it. She also considers helping Petie and Momma work through their issues worth the risk it entails.
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