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Lt. Q Dawson Psych Eval (Tag Ensign Kastarak)

Posted March 21, 2023, 6:35 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Quentin "Q" Dawson (Chief Weapons Officer) (ALEXANDER HAMPSHIRE)

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Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Quentin “Q” Dawson (Chief Weapons Officer) in Lt. Q Dawson Psych Eval (Tag Ensign Kastarak)

Posted by Ensign Kastarak (Doctor / Counsellor) in Lt. Q Dawson Psych Eval (Tag Ensign Kastarak)
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Q followed the computer directions down to the counselor’s office and pressed the door alert. He had just been transferred over to the Chernov to take over as their Weapons Officer and wanted to get checked out and ready for duty. He was hoping that the counselor could get this taken care of swiftly but understood the protocol of it. He’d been attending therapists since he was a teen. His parents insisted when his older sister died. Even though they eventually stopped going, much to their detriment in Q’s opinion, he continued and found the therapy most rewarding.

Looking in his calendar, moments before the door alert rang, Kastarak had seen Dawson’s name and new position. It had come quickly, a bit quicker than expected, that his friend Umbri would be replaced by this new man. His notes of Mr Dawson were few. He was human, from Earth, England specifically. Lancashire. 30 years old, 178 cm tall.

As the door chimed, Kastarak rose from his seat and walked to the door to greet his new client. The doors opened, and he saw the man.

“Mr Dawson, I presume?” he said, inviting him in. “Please take a seat.”

There were two armchairs and a small coffee table by the window, overlooking a red nebula outside. It was quite the aesthetic view.

– Ensign Kastarak (physician / counsellor)

“Yessir,” Q said in his crisp British accent. Many people had commented during his time at the academy that he sounded like he stepped out of a Jane Austin novel. Stepping into the counselor’s office, he took the seat offered him, “Thank you, sir. Where would you like to begin sir?”

There was a lot of sir there, which Kastarak decided to pick up on. His clinical mind went in all directions and hypotheses. Nervousness? Rigidity? Cultural background? Only time would tell.

Kastarak began with introducing the purpose of this meeting.

“I should begin with outlining the agenda for today. You are here for a mandatory psychological evaluation. Every thing you say here – with some exceptions, such as intent of committing violent crime, active suicidality, and so on – will stay between you and me. I will write a report to the first officer and the captain which will simply summarize my findings, whether or not you are psychologically fit to serve. Until I find you are psychologically fit, you may not serve, or you may serve with certain restrictions. If that is the case, we will discuss the matter with the captain and first officer, to find reasonable accommodation. Do you have any questions so far?”

“I will then ask you some questions about your psychological health, past and present, and about how you react to stress and stressors. Before we begin, is there anything you would like to share with me?”

– Counsellor Kastarak
Q nodded along as the counselor went through the standard disclosure that accompanied new patients. Q had heard it before and was accustomed to the routine. “Well sir,” Q began, “I don’t think there’s much I could tell you that you won’t find in my medical file. I’ve been in therapy for 16 years, not always with the same doctor, however. Ever since my sister died aboard the Odysseus. You might have heard of it. You might have heard of the incident. An away team went down to investigate an anomaly and lost all hands. Unfortunately, I don’t know much more than that. The mission was classified and I’ve been in therapy ever since. By choice mind you. My parents enrolled me in therapy to help with the loss of my sister, but I chose to continue long after they stopped. I even had a mind to study and practice psychological medicine, but found it wasn’t for me.”

-Lt. Q Dawson (CWO)

Kastarak listened carefully to Dawson’s words.

Waiting a few short seconds to make sure that Dawson had finished what he wanted to say, Kastarak spoke.

“I appreciate the candidness in which you relate this story. I understand it was the loss of your sister that was the catalyst for therapy. More specifically, what did you and your therapists work on?”

– Counsellor Kastarak

Q shrugged and considered the question. “Well, when you’ve been to therapy for 16 years, you tend to work on a great deal. However, generally, the early sessions were geared toward counseling me through my sister’s death. Then they were helping me come to terms with the fact I would likely never know what happened to her. Since then, however, I’ve discussed a variety of topics with my therapists. I see therapy, in the same way, one might view their general practitioner. You go to your doctor regularly to keep up with your physical health and I believe the same should be done with your therapist to keep up with your mental health. Simply good practice.”

Lt. Q Dawson (CWO)


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