NowDiagnosis/Symptoms;Introverted, passive-aggressive, with a subverted tendency towards extreme physical and anti-social violence and torture phone sex.  All Staff please approach with caution.

Patients Story: It’s the quiet ones you have got to watch! I was your average everyday girl. Got up every morning and went to work. Kissed the boss’s ass on a regular basis, to keep the shitty ass job, that he reminded me daily that I was lucky to have. I sat back.  Now I watched the office sluts FUCK their way to the top! I watched the disgusting men drool over those brazen, silicone-titted hussies. While I slaved away. Doing all the shit work, to make them all look as good as they did.

Well, a girl can only handle so much before she SNAPS! It was a Friday, right before the start of the new year. Our office Christmas party. I had been promised time and time again that I was the next on the list to get promoted. That was until that useless fuck of a boss’s daughter started working in the office. Her short skirts and low-cut tops. Bending over and not wearing panties.

Hell even her daddy was looking! They handed out our Christmas bonus and everyone opened theirs one at a time. Money out the ass for some of these useless fucks; and a big ole pat on the back for all their hard work. FUCKERS never did SHIT around that place. The boss’s daughter opened her envelope and along with her bonus, she got the keys to MY office.

Torture phone sex

A girl can only take so much you know. I snapped. I remember bits and pieces of the next few hours but the courts revealed the whole story. When she opened the card and I saw the keys I went to my car and got the jug of antifreeze from the trunk. I went in and while they were kissing her pretty little ass I dumped it in the punch. They announced, “drink up” glasses in the air “this girl deserves a toast” Everyone grabbed a fresh glass of punch. I sat back watching as they dropped one by one.  So I collected their bonuses and grabbed the keys to MY office and went to work. I could hear them moaning in agony so I turned up the in-house radio.

The cramping, the moaning, my laughter. It was all too much. The security guard came in to find me sitting in the corner of MY office with the dick I cut off my boss. I was fucking myself with it. I was arrested! Couldn’t go to jail; that wouldn’t be fair; it was temporary insanity, complete madness, irresistible impulse and all caused by PMS and working with an office full of dumb fucks!

Look at me; a hot fuck like me doesn’t belong in here. I used to hide under long skirts and sweaters, no reason to anyone. Now I am at the psychotic institute and this is where I belong. Help with my therapy, won’t you?

Plan of care:

Discuss and analyze the behaviors that led to this psychotic outburst. Try to bolster her poor self-esteem. She needs strong reward and compensation therapy, lest she reverts to the “victim’ mentality that has so plagued her.