Depression has always been a focal point of interest in the field of psychology.
Psychologists from different eras and schools of thought have continuously organized and updated the diagnostic criteria for depression.
Chen Ting in front of me has been to several consultation centers and has already taken all sorts of depression diagnostic tests. Now, if Nan Zhubin administers a test, the validity would certainly be low.
Nan Zhubin doesn't plan to have Chen Ting do any more tests.
Due to the rush in taking on this case, Nan Zhubin was not adequately prepared in advance.
So he straightforwardly took out his phone, starting to search for a file he remembered.
Chen Ting's curiosity was piqued: "What are you doing?"
The visitor asked a question, and naturally, Nan Zhubin answered.
"Psychological tests are roughly divided into two types: one is a scale test, and the other is a projective test. I looked at your file; the previous consultant used scale tests for you. I believe you're tired of those weird questions, so today let's try something different."
As Nan Zhubin explained, he quickly browsed through his phone, and upon finding the content he wanted, he smiled.
"What we're about to do is a kind of projective test."
"My phone will present some cards with pictures in sequence in front of you. You need to observe them and tell me what you see and what you feel. Can you do that?"
"Yes," Chen Ting nodded in response.
[Nervous emotion started to emerge.]
Nan Zhubin praised calmly: "Very good."
His fingers slightly swiped on the screen: "Let's begin directly. Now, please tell me what you see?"
"A house..."
"And how do you feel?"
"Just an ordinary house."
"Can you use a more specific word to describe it? Cozy, desolate, or simply good-looking or not good-looking?"
Chen Ting thought for a moment: "Generally good-looking, I guess."
"Very good," Nan Zhubin generously encouraged, "Very good."
"And this one?"
"...A butterfly, very beautiful."
"Let's move on to the next one. This one, how do you feel?"
"A little girl, she's smiling happily." As Chen Ting said this, the corners of her mouth subtly lifted.
Nan Zhubin quickly captured this but did not pause, continuing calmly.
"Next."
"A bear, looks a little scary."
Nan Zhubin's eyes narrowed.
"Next."
"..."
"Next."
"..."
Nan Zhubin maintained a steady pace, neither fast nor slow.
Chen Ting's body gradually relaxed, still maintaining some tension, but answering smoothly.
"Next."
Chen Ting suddenly paused: "A spider... I really hate spiders."
"Just hate, or further, fear?"
"...Hate and also fear."
Nan Zhubin's eyes squinted.
The subsequent pictures were not important, but Nan Zhubin still methodically presented them one by one.
Then he slowly clicked a few times on his phone, locked the screen, and placed it face down on the table.
The girl's gaze focused on Nan Zhubin's hand, following his movements, and then, as if suddenly realizing something, she lowered her head again.
At this point, Nan Zhubin was already confident.
"Let me give you the conclusion, Chen Ting."
He looked at the girl before him who had become tense again after the test ended, and said word by word: "You do not have depression."
The girl's body suddenly stiffened, like a piece of frozen wood.
"What I'm curious about is why the previous consultant made such a diagnosis for you... or, why did you want those consultants to make such a diagnosis?"
...
Nan Zhubin exposed a lie.
But if the consultation were to end here, it would still be a failed consultation.
In the initial interview, the consultant's goal should focus on gathering information, creating a good consulting atmosphere, establishing consulting goals, and so on. Even if using tactics like "Confrontation," at least it should wait until a good consulting relationship is established.
However, given Nan Zhubin's special situation now, he had to appropriately speed things up.
It's just a matter of whether the subsequent operations can stabilize this runaway vehicle.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Chen Ting suddenly jumped up.
She rushed to the door wanting to dash out but turned back the next second. She paced back and forth in the area circled by the sofa, the door, and the corner, full of anxiety, eyes welling with tears.
"You just made me look at a bunch of nonsense, those bears, butterflies, houses, it's just ridiculous... That's right, ridiculous!"
"I want a scale, give me a scale! I'll do it for you now, I'll..."
Nan Zhubin quietly watched this girl, she was like an agitated little beast trapped in an invisible cage. Until she stopped her uneasy footsteps, squatting behind the sofa, her hand resting on the back, looking at Nan Zhubin across the sofa.
"Depression... shouldn't behave like this, right?"
Nan Zhubin nodded: "Correct."
Chen Ting lowered her head: "How are you going to tell my mom?"
"How would you like me to tell your mom?"
...Hmm?
Chen Ting looked up: "I... wish?"
"Yes, how do you wish me to tell your mom?" Nan Zhubin repeated.
Watching Chen Ting's face gradually display disbelief, Nan Zhubin naturally explained: "You should have signed the Informed Consent Form, right?"
"Before, only my mom signed. This time she signed, and I signed too."
"Even if it were only her signature, establishing a consulting relationship with me was actually with you."
Nan Zhubin emphasized: "Did you carefully read the content of the confidentiality agreement?"
"I didn't read the one you gave me at the door, but I read it online..."
Nan Zhubin nodded: "Then you should know, there are only a few exceptions to confidentiality—simply speaking, when you are going to harm yourself, others, or society, when you are carrying a dangerous infectious disease, or when the judiciary provides proof for me to disclose information."
"Currently, our consultation does not involve such situations."
Nan Zhubin watched with satisfaction as the expression on the girl's face changed little by little, emphasizing again: "I am your consultant."
Watching the girl gradually relax again, Nan Zhubin spread his hands to indicate.
"We have only spent roughly ten minutes in total now, which is good news."
"If you wish, then we might discuss next how, and why, you let the previous consultants diagnose you with depression."
He continued: "And then see how to solve your real problems."