James (4 of 8)
That night, not only did he drink six beers, he also talked
to someone else at the bar. He didn’t tell about his new secret,
that was his and the time to come out with it wasn’t quite right.
But he talked about where he worked, and how long he worked there and he didn’t even feel ashamed that he only put rivets into widgets. It really felt good to talk, and for that matter it really felt good to feel good.
When James got home that night he didn’t watch M.A.S.H. He watched Bay Watch, and the girls running on the beach didn’t even make him feel shy in his own home, or even inadequate. James stayed up almost two hours late that night. He watched Seinfeld and laughed out loud.
On the following day James called the doctor’s office at noon, found out when the support group meets, and made plans to attend the following night.
What could he expect at this thing? Would the people look sick? How many people would be there? What kind of things would they talk about? Could he tell them that he was happy to have this new disease? He hadn’t told anyone yet. So that week he decided not to go, nor did he go the week after, or the week after that.
Surprisingly, his work situation started to improve. His supervisor, noticing his more cheerful mood, actually started joking with him just like he was anyone else. He even got a raise. It wasn’t much, and he couldn’t think of anything to spend the extra money on, but it was something.