The tension in the air is palpable, charged with an awkward silence that neither you or Carson seem to want to break. But as the therapist, it’s your job to get this session underway.

You clear your throat, glancing down at the clipboard in your hands. “So, Carson… Would you mind explaining to me again why you’re here..?”

The man, perfectly calm and laidback, replies without a hitch. “Like I said, my overprotective parents made me come. That’s all. There’s nothing wrong with me.”

This therapy session is looking more like a thirty minute date in an office than anything else.