He had therapy 10 years ago, don’t think he does anymore.
Can imagine him coming home from the trip. Throwing his suitcase on the floor, so his mum can go through it and pull out his dirty laundry to wash.
Going to bed in his hoovered room and fresh bedsheets. Where he will fester for the next 2 weeks and he’ll call it ‘recovery - with my legs up in the air, which no one sees’. duck off. Mum leaving him tea and snacks outside his door. Poor Gary, he’s been through a lot but at least he got to spend time his little mates (all 25-30 years old, the weirdo)
Dreading have to go through his photos and calling it #anxiety&depression, but maybe it’s because he took 7000 photos of the same tit.
i would not expect this from a teen…. Never mind a grown man.