{ Thank you OP and nonny for the birthday well-wishes! And the compliments on this story! I seem to be having some issues nesting this...I hope it posts OK. BTW...the Garcia story is real. And pretty damn fascinating}
The article stated that 90% of therapists admit to having been sexually attracted to a client, though the reported cases of actual sexual misconduct remains a paltry 10%. With that high a percentage representing potential and that low a percentage actualization, one thing was abundantly clear: patients were choosing to remain silent. Sherlock's initial reaction to the figures was far from compassionate-- namely, that anyone seeking therapy would, by the simple fact that they were seeking therapy, already have issues, so this type of thing should come as no surprise. The judgment was soon tempered by a somewhat more compassionate view regarding the abuse of power. Still, Sherlock remained surprised by the sheer volume and level of mutual interest, after reading vast numbers of "I have a friend who..." posts scattered throughout various forums.
Transference-- a commonly recognised phenomenon where the therapist takes on the symbolic role of prominent figures in the patient's life, which often results in sexually charged unconscious scenarios-- something any competent professional would be well aware of and have safeguards against. Or perhaps Mary was not merely incompetent, but predatory. A few more keystrokes and he would have access to Mary Morstan's medical license.
Issued in 2012. Two years of professional work experience. This was Mycroft's so-called 'expert'?
He searched professional profiles, found an email address, cross-referenced that and found an old CV. Yes, there was a degree from a lesser-known institution of higher learning, and it appeared to be a legitimate one-- again, dated 2012. Professional reference... 'AGRA: Supervisor William Gerbers; Bootle, England; 2003-2011'. Searching for AGRA yielded nothing even vaguely resembling a healthcare workplace. Con-Agra Foods. Alliance for a Green Revolution in Africa was considerably more plausible than the Arizona Gay Rodeo Association, but still quite the leap. William Gerbers didn't seem to exist.
Sherlock's impatience grew exponentially. There was no way Mycroft would have hired someone who wasn't... "Middle age, brother mine, comes to us all", he had said once. No. There is no way his brother was slipping to that extreme. He knew. He knew and he had put John at risk with this... whatever she was. She doesn't want to help John, she wants to find out more about the organization that held him captive. Sherlock could tell them more. Tell them about their filing system, where the room was, even how to gain access to it. Let MI6 send someone in there. Reminiscing made his skin crawl, thinking of just how disconnected John had been, and he quickly steered his mind back to The Mary Problem before any other physical sensations could emerge, then grabbed his phone.
FILL 15a/? "138" (John in slave auction)
The article stated that 90% of therapists admit to having been sexually attracted to a client, though the reported cases of actual sexual misconduct remains a paltry 10%. With that high a percentage representing potential and that low a percentage actualization, one thing was abundantly clear: patients were choosing to remain silent. Sherlock's initial reaction to the figures was far from compassionate-- namely, that anyone seeking therapy would, by the simple fact that they were seeking therapy, already have issues, so this type of thing should come as no surprise. The judgment was soon tempered by a somewhat more compassionate view regarding the abuse of power. Still, Sherlock remained surprised by the sheer volume and level of mutual interest, after reading vast numbers of "I have a friend who..." posts scattered throughout various forums.
Transference-- a commonly recognised phenomenon where the therapist takes on the symbolic role of prominent figures in the patient's life, which often results in sexually charged unconscious scenarios-- something any competent professional would be well aware of and have safeguards against. Or perhaps Mary was not merely incompetent, but predatory. A few more keystrokes and he would have access to Mary Morstan's medical license.
Issued in 2012. Two years of professional work experience. This was Mycroft's so-called 'expert'?
He searched professional profiles, found an email address, cross-referenced that and found an old CV. Yes, there was a degree from a lesser-known institution of higher learning, and it appeared to be a legitimate one-- again, dated 2012. Professional reference... 'AGRA: Supervisor William Gerbers; Bootle, England; 2003-2011'. Searching for AGRA yielded nothing even vaguely resembling a healthcare workplace. Con-Agra Foods. Alliance for a Green Revolution in Africa was considerably more plausible than the Arizona Gay Rodeo Association, but still quite the leap. William Gerbers didn't seem to exist.
Sherlock's impatience grew exponentially. There was no way Mycroft would have hired someone who wasn't... "Middle age, brother mine, comes to us all", he had said once. No. There is no way his brother was slipping to that extreme. He knew. He knew and he had put John at risk with this... whatever she was. She doesn't want to help John, she wants to find out more about the organization that held him captive. Sherlock could tell them more. Tell them about their filing system, where the room was, even how to gain access to it. Let MI6 send someone in there. Reminiscing made his skin crawl, thinking of just how disconnected John had been, and he quickly steered his mind back to The Mary Problem before any other physical sensations could emerge, then grabbed his phone.
"Mycroft, what the hell is AGRA?"