"No, you can't." Zhang Weizhao's clear eyes looked at Zhou Rong: "But we can discuss why you think you are afraid of contact with women, but you are not afraid of contact with me." ”

Zhou Rong seemed to be very frustrated, lowered his head, and after a while, still replied: "Because I think that as long as there is a little contact, they will entangle me and entangle me like a snake." And you won't. ”

"How do you feel when you're entangled?"

"I felt like my whole body was frozen, my chest was like a big stone pressed against me, and I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe." Zhou Rong showed a painful expression.

"Do they have more strength than you?"

"No, not really." Zhou Rong thought for a moment and shook his head.

"Then have you ever thought that if you are entangled by someone who is not as strong as you, you can break free."

Zhou Rong froze, he didn't seem to have thought of this problem.

"I, I don't think I can break free. I can't break free no matter what......" Zhou Rong's voice was very helpless.

"Think about it, when was the first time you felt this way?"

Zhou Rong's whole figure collapsed. He was originally a tall teenager. At this time, sit on the chair and curl up like a young child.

He shook his head vigorously, "I don't know, I forgot, I don't know......" He said as he leaned down on the table and buried his head in his arm, as if trying to hide himself.

Zhang Weizhao stopped asking questions and stayed quietly with him for a while.

After a while, Zhang Weizhao looked at the hourglass on the wall and said, "There is still half an hour left, we can discuss, what do you want to achieve through diagnosis and treatment?" ”

Zhou Rong sat up straight and tried his best to return his expression to normal: "I don't want to be a shame to my parents and family. I think...... Get rid of that problem. ”

"Then let's discuss how to help you achieve your goal next time, shall we?"

Zhou Rong nodded.

The agreed half hour has arrived. Zhou Rong slowly stood up and walked towards the door. Halfway through, he turned his head to Zhang Weizhao and said, "If my parents ask, can you tell them that I am evil?" ”

Zhang Weizhao nodded: "Okay!" ”

In this era, she needs to deal with problems according to the laws of this era. If the evil was to protect her visitors, she would accept it. In fact, whether it was in ancient China, or Europe before the Industrial Revolution, or even in Africa in the 21st century, many psychological problems would be labeled as evil.

But Zhou Rong still didn't go out, and he seemed to have something to say in his hesitation.

"I'm going to keep everything in this room a secret. That's my basic guideline. ”

After hearing this, Zhou Rong nodded and went out with a tired look.

Zhang Weizhao and Zhou Rong agreed on the time to come to Xuanmiaoguan next time. Zhou Rong is looking forward to visiting again. However, Zhang Weizhao has a feeling that they will not spend a lot of time working together. Zhou Rong's parents strongly wanted him to return to a "normal" life, and once his symptoms of "evil" were reduced, frequent visits to the doctor were no longer a good thing to do. So she has to help Zhou Rong achieve his goal in a limited time: to make his fetish manageable.

Why do you say controllable rather than eliminating? Because it is impossible to do this in such a short period of time. Or maybe you can't do it for the rest of your life. Sexual fetishes are a force that is entangled with the most fundamental life force of human beings. Many sexual fetishes that would have been regarded as deviant behavior before the 21st century have been increasingly understood and accepted as a personal choice after the 2000 years.

Transvestism and homosexuality, for example, were often burned at the stake in medieval Europe, but in many countries of the twenty-first century, not only are they not sins, they have developed into unique cultural trends.

Zhang Weizhao believes that fetishes are the same, and if they do not develop behaviors that harm others and endanger society, they can be kept in private living space as a special choice of individuals.

Zhang Weizhao also read a lot of fetish materials in his previous life, and found that it is very, very difficult to completely cure, that is, to make the patient completely eliminate the physiological response to a certain stimulus. But therapists can help patients learn to control their behavior so that the fetish does not interfere with their normal life. In fact, there are more people with mild fetishes than you think, and the vast majority of them are men, but because their fetishes do not conflict with normal life, they are not considered a problem.

When Zhou Rong came to Xuanmiaoguan for the second time, Zhang Weizhao told her her opinion, first of all, she didn't think that being obsessed with women's underwear was heinous. Secondly, she can't help him eradicate this habit in a short period of time, but she can help him learn to control it.

"Why don't you think that's the case...... Is it disgusting, outrageous? Zhou Rong is most concerned about Zhang Weizhao's evaluation of him.

"Because you're obsessed with something, it's your own business, and it doesn't hurt anyone else."

"But my parents were angry and sad about it."

"I think what they care more about is that this thing is out of control."

Zhou Rong lowered his head and pondered, he also knew how bad it was to steal Yahuan's underwear and spread it. How easy it would be to close the door in the study and play with these underwear in the middle of the day.

"However, I can't control myself, especially when my homework is heavy or I am bored......"

"I have a plan that will help you learn to be in control, and if you agree, we can start practicing from the next time. If you feel uncomfortable, we can stop at any time. ”

"What kind of exercise is it?"

"I'll put a lot of underwear in the clinic. I'll give you some time to stay with these undergarments. When the time is up, I'll go into the treatment room. Then, could you please tell me what you felt and thought during this time, as they really were? ”

Just hearing this idea, Zhou Rong's pupils began to dilate, and his throat made a swallowing sound. After a long time, he said with difficulty: "You can ......"

Letting Zhou Rong stay in a room full of women's underwear is similar to letting an energetic teenager with a normal orientation walk into a room full of all kinds of beautiful women and tell him that you can do anything.

This is a strong stimulus for Zhou Ronghui. Through this repetitive, intense stimulation, his reaction to stimuli in his daily life is mitigated.

Zhang Weizhao and Zhou Rong discussed his preference for underwear, preferring soft, light materials such as silk and thick, and feminine colors such as silver red, rose red, pomegranate red, lotus lotus, lilac and hibiscus purple. I don't like heavy fabrics, such as satin, and I don't like to have complicated embroidery on them.

By modern standards, Zhou Rong prefers soft fetishistic objects that generally have a soft touch, such as stockings and lace. Others prefer hard, smooth objects such as high heels, leather gloves, and tights made of leather or rubber, which are usually black.

Zhang Weizhao asked Zhou Rong to come to Xuanmiaoguan every afternoon in the next five days. They require a relatively intensive period of time for consultation.

Zhou Rong really came as promised.

Zhang Weizhao opened the door of the consultation room.

The interior has been rearranged, and the original table and soft chair in the center of the room are placed against the wall, and there is an additional soft collapse. On the tables, soft chairs and soft couches, there are scattered various colors of charming underwear, as if to invite people.

Zhou Rong didn't know how Zhang Weizhao did it, these underwear were Zhou Rong's most obsessed appearance in terms of color, style and posture.

Just by glancing at the door, Zhou Rong was already red-faced, and his chest was rising and falling vigorously.

Zhang Weizhao made a gesture of please, and Zhou Rong walked in like sleepwalking. Zhang Weizhao closed the door outside.

Half an hour later, Zhang Weizhao knocked on the door outside.

"Come in." Zhou Rong's voice was hoarse and tired.

Zhang Weizhao walked in and closed the door casually.

Zhou Rong gathered all his underwear together and put it on the soft couch, knelt in front of the couch, and buried his head inside. From behind, this posture looks like both indulgence and prayer.

Zhang Weizhao walked over and stood two steps behind him: "Do you remember?" ”

Zhou Rong's head buried on the couch shook vigorously. Still, after a few moments, he staggered to his feet.

"You can lie on the couch if you want."

Zhou Rong slowly moved his legs and turned around, sat down on the couch first, and then slowly lay down on the couch. Some of the undergarments were held in his arms, and the other was scattered around him.

Zhang Weizhao sat on the soft chair near his head, took out a notebook and charcoal: "How do you feel now?" ”

"I feel like I want to die."

"Describe the feeling."

"I want to die when I'm happy, and I want to die when I'm uncomfortable."

"Why do these two feelings occur at the same time?"

"Don't you really know? That's what I'm sick with! I'm just good at it! You're a doctor, don't you know what's going on? Zhou Rong was suddenly very angry.

"You're mad at yourself."

"I'm not angry, why should I be angry with myself? I've never felt so comfortable in my life. How wet my underwear is and would you like to see it? ”

"Are you venting your anger at yourself by provoking me?" Zhang Weizhao also raised his voice.

Zhou Rong didn't answer, and gasped outward from his chest. After a while, he suddenly softened, and asked Zhang Weizhao with a pleading: "Do you think this method is useful?" ”

"It worked. As long as you stay true to your feelings. ”

"I don't know what I'm feeling......" Zhou Rong looked at the roof with wide eyes, his eyes blank. His fingers subconsciously rubbed the thick belly of his arms.

He fell into a trance.

This feeling is too familiar, just like when he was a child, he missed his mother and his father very much, but they always didn't show up. In the dark night, a man lay beside him.