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And so, after hearing and witnessing that emotional session, Dr. Lopez concludes that Lincoln is suffering not only from Depression, but also from a very bad case of Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. It is much more serious than ordinary PTSD, and it turns out Lynn's accident, his role in it, and the Luck incident was the breaking point. Lincoln had gone through repeated stressful events that involved his sisters that has pushed his anxiety through the roof. Their crazy antics, their pranks on him, their mistreatment of him had finally caught up to his psyche, and their parents' failure to control them has made it worse. The boy is damaged both mentally and emotionally.
Both parents are quite shocked at first, with Rita at first denying it, but the facts were all there. Their son was a mental and emotional wreck, and they only had themselves to blame.
"What do we do?" Rita asked. "How do we fix our boy?"
"Well, Depression can be helped with medication, but CPTSD, like ordinary PTSD, isn't something that just vanishes on it's own." Dr. Lopez said. "It's probably gonna stick with Lincoln for a long time." Both the mother and father felt a bit of defeat. Lincoln's gonna be stuck with this for the rest of his life, probably.
"But the situation is not beyond repair." Dr. Lopez said. "With the right help, people with these kinds of disorders can live a normal life like everyone else. He's gonna need medication to help treat his symptoms, and he'll definitely need therapy, which I'm confident that Clyde can help with that. But more importantly, he needs a lot of love and support from you and everyone he's close to."
"Ok." Rita said.
"Oh, and one more thing." Dr. Lopez said. "I'm not being critical about your parenting skills, but you two should also start disciplining your daughters more better too. I know you want your kids to express themselves, but they need to learn that the world doesn't revolve around them, and they need to stop some of their nasty habits. That should also help Lincoln feel more comfortable at home." Both parents looked at each other and nodded. They knew they still had to confront the girls about their mistreatment towards Lincoln.
"We were just going to do something about that yesterday." Lynn Sr. said. "We'll get to that when we get home."
"Can we see our son now?" Rita asked.
"Of course." Dr. Lopez said. Pretty soon, they went in to see their son, who was being comforted by Clyde. The African American boy stepped aside so the parents could speak with their white haired son.
"How ya feelin', sport?" Lynn Sr. asked.
"Not good..." Lincoln said, still feeling pretty down and sad. "I feel so tired..."
"Well, you've really let out a lot today." The patriarch said, his head looking at the broken chair.
"I... I take it that you've heard everything..." Lincoln said.
"Yeah... we did." Lynn Sr. said. "And... we saw everything." Glancing back at the broken furniture, the boy with white hair began to feel embarrassed and ashamed.
"I... I'm sorry." Lincoln said.
"For what?" His father asked.
"For everything..." Lincoln said. "I... I know I'm probably burdening you right now... but... but I can't... I can't... I'm sorry..." The boy was unable to find the words to say anything, as he tried to keep himself from crying again. To both of his parents, this was painful to see. Their son was in a mental and emotional mess, and the proof was right there before them. Rita began to tear up. The sight of her little boy in such anguish was too much, and what made it worse was that she helped put him there. Without wasting a second, she knelt down and hugged her son tightly, before sobbing softly. The boy with white hair was surprised.
"Mom?" Lincoln asked. "Wh... why are you crying?"
"Because I didn't realize how bad your were hurting..." Rita sobbed. "I didn't realize it until it was too late. Oh, Lincoln, I'm so sorry...!" The boy was confused. Why was his mom sorry?
"But... but mom, I... What happened to Lynn... it was all my fault." Lincoln said. "She's hurt because of me."
"Honey, it's ok." Rita said. "What happened to Lynn wasn't your fault. It was never your fault, Lincoln. You both were just in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"But mom... I... I've been a terrible son." Lincoln said.
"No, Lincoln, you're not a terrible son." Rita said. "You were never a terrible son to begin with. Sure, you've made some bad decisions here and there, but you always made up for what you did, and half of them weren't even your own doing. If anything, I've been a terrible mother. I let all of this happen to you, and I did nothing. If I hadn't been so blind to everything that was going on, none of this would've happened." Seeing his wife in tears, her husband knelt down and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"It wasn't just you, honey." Lynn Sr. said. "I screwed up too. What kind of a father am I making my own son sleep outside of the house at night, and not even knowing what was happening to him in our own house?" Without a second thought, the father hugged his son and wife, unable to hold back tears too. Lincoln couldn't help but tear up even more. Part of him felt like he didn't deserve all this comfort. But the other part of him needed this so bad. He needed this comfort. He needed help. Letting out more tears, the boy held close to his parents, letting them wrap him with their arms of comfort.
"I really don't know how we can make this right, honey." Rita said to her little boy. "But I promise, from this day forward, things will be different now. We won't let something like this happen again. Ok?"
"How... how can I be sure?" Lincoln asked.
"We'll figure it out, son." Lynn Sr. said. "Just promise us two things, ok? Firstly, if you ever have a problem, if you feel out place, if you've done anything wrong, or If any of the girls ever force you to do anything against your will or take advantage of you, don't be afraid to tell us, ok?" Lincoln wiped his eyes, though there were still tears leaking out.
"Ok..." Lincoln said. "What's the other thing?"
"Well, we spoke with your art teacher yesterday, and she said that you have an amazing gift." Rita said. "Don't lose it, ok? You keep drawing whatever comes to your mind. You may not know it yet, but it'll get you somewhere in life." The boy, surprised that his parents adore his art, gave a nod.
"Ok..." He said, rubbing his eyes with his arm, but the tears still remained. "Mom, Dad, I'm so sorry..."
"Oh, honey, it's alright..." Rita said. "It's going to be ok... We're here, sweetie. We're here for you now." The boy clung to his parents, and they remained in their embrace, not caring that Clyde and Dr. Lopez was watching from the other room.
"Looks like you worked your magic, Dr. Lopez." Clyde said.
"It's not over yet, Clyde." She said. "This is just the beginning. But hopefully, it's a start." She was right, for Lincoln was still in anguish, and he probably will be for a while. But there may be hope yet. The loving warmth of the hug from his parents was helping ease the pain away from his heart. The pain was still there, but it's a start.
As for his sisters, all of them were watching from the little camera that Lisa put on Lincoln's backpack. They've heard everything from Lincoln's session, and all of them were feeling a large amount of guilt and worry. They knew what was coming for them... but they didn't care about that. Their brother was in a lot of pain, and they needed to make things right... But how?

And so, our white haired boy is mentally and emotionally sick, struck with Complex-PTSD, and the family is starting to realize how serious this is. Will there ever be peace of mind for Lincoln? Time will tell. As for the girls, I'm sure you guys know what's coming next...

Had the Skillet song Would Is Matter stuck in my head when I was doing this.
Lily and Lynn Jr. are not in this, because Lily helped the girls realize their fault in all this, and Lynn is still in a coma during all this.

It was difficult, but Depression and Complex-PTSD is the best to describe Lincoln's situation here. I was also considering either Schizophrenia or Emotional Dysregulation Disorder, but I decided that Depression and Complex-PTSD was enough.
The difference between regular PTSD and Complex-PTSD is that PTSD is caused by one single event, while Complex-PTSD is a result of chronic, or ongoing exposure to traumatic events over a long period, either be months or years.
And PTSD isn't caused by just trauma alone. It can develop from any event that is stressful, frightening, and or distressing.

This was posted again with my Gaming Desktop, because my All-In-One PC is having trouble dealing with DeviantArt right now. But it's not problem, really.
Well, hope you guys like this. You guys might know what's up next. And hey, it may surprise you.

(c) Nickelodeon

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And so, after hearing and witnessing that emotional session, Dr. Lopez concludes that Lincoln is suffering not only from Depression, but also from a very bad case of Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. It is much more serious than ordinary PTSD, and it turns out Lynn's accident, his role in it, and the Luck incident was the breaking point. Lincoln had gone through repeated stressful events that involved his sisters that has pushed his anxiety through the roof. Their crazy antics, their pranks on him, their mistreatment of him had finally caught up to his psyche, and their parents' failure to control them has made it worse. The boy is damaged both mentally and emotionally.
Both parents are quite shocked at first, with Rita at first denying it, but the facts were all there. Their son was a mental and emotional wreck, and they only had themselves to blame.
"What do we do?" Rita asked. "How do we fix our boy?"
"Well, Depression can be helped with medication, but CPTSD, like ordinary PTSD, isn't something that just vanishes on it's own." Dr. Lopez said. "It's probably gonna stick with Lincoln for a long time." Both the mother and father felt a bit of defeat. Lincoln's gonna be stuck with this for the rest of his life, probably.
"But the situation is not beyond repair." Dr. Lopez said. "With the right help, people with these kinds of disorders can live a normal life like everyone else. He's gonna need medication to help treat his symptoms, and he'll definitely need therapy, which I'm confident that Clyde can help with that. But more importantly, he needs a lot of love and support from you and everyone he's close to."
"Ok." Rita said.
"Oh, and one more thing." Dr. Lopez said. "I'm not being critical about your parenting skills, but you two should also start disciplining your daughters more better too. I know you want your kids to express themselves, but they need to learn that the world doesn't revolve around them, and they need to stop some of their nasty habits. That should also help Lincoln feel more comfortable at home." Both parents looked at each other and nodded. They knew they still had to confront the girls about their mistreatment towards Lincoln.
"We were just going to do something about that yesterday." Lynn Sr. said. "We'll get to that when we get home."
"Can we see our son now?" Rita asked.
"Of course." Dr. Lopez said. Pretty soon, they went in to see their son, who was being comforted by Clyde. The African American boy stepped aside so the parents could speak with their white haired son.
"How ya feelin', sport?" Lynn Sr. asked.
"Not good..." Lincoln said, still feeling pretty down and sad. "I feel so tired..."
"Well, you've really let out a lot today." The patriarch said, his head looking at the broken chair.
"I... I take it that you've heard everything..." Lincoln said.
"Yeah... we did." Lynn Sr. said. "And... we saw everything." Glancing back at the broken furniture, the boy with white hair began to feel embarrassed and ashamed.
"I... I'm sorry." Lincoln said.
"For what?" His father asked.
"For everything..." Lincoln said. "I... I know I'm probably burdening you right now... but... but I can't... I can't... I'm sorry..." The boy was unable to find the words to say anything, as he tried to keep himself from crying again. To both of his parents, this was painful to see. Their son was in a mental and emotional mess, and the proof was right there before them. Rita began to tear up. The sight of her little boy in such anguish was too much, and what made it worse was that she helped put him there. Without wasting a second, she knelt down and hugged her son tightly, before sobbing softly. The boy with white hair was surprised.
"Mom?" Lincoln asked. "Wh... why are you crying?"
"Because I didn't realize how bad your were hurting..." Rita sobbed. "I didn't realize it until it was too late. Oh, Lincoln, I'm so sorry...!" The boy was confused. Why was his mom sorry?
"But... but mom, I... What happened to Lynn... it was all my fault." Lincoln said. "She's hurt because of me."
"Honey, it's ok." Rita said. "What happened to Lynn wasn't your fault. It was never your fault, Lincoln. You both were just in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"But mom... I... I've been a terrible son." Lincoln said.
"No, Lincoln, you're not a terrible son." Rita said. "You were never a terrible son to begin with. Sure, you've made some bad decisions here and there, but you always made up for what you did, and half of them weren't even your own doing. If anything, I've been a terrible mother. I let all of this happen to you, and I did nothing. If I hadn't been so blind to everything that was going on, none of this would've happened." Seeing his wife in tears, her husband knelt down and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"It wasn't just you, honey." Lynn Sr. said. "I screwed up too. What kind of a father am I making my own son sleep outside of the house at night, and not even knowing what was happening to him in our own house?" Without a second thought, the father hugged his son and wife, unable to hold back tears too. Lincoln couldn't help but tear up even more. Part of him felt like he didn't deserve all this comfort. But the other part of him needed this so bad. He needed this comfort. He needed help. Letting out more tears, the boy held close to his parents, letting them wrap him with their arms of comfort.
"I really don't know how we can make this right, honey." Rita said to her little boy. "But I promise, from this day forward, things will be different now. We won't let something like this happen again. Ok?"
"How... how can I be sure?" Lincoln asked.
"We'll figure it out, son." Lynn Sr. said. "Just promise us two things, ok? Firstly, if you ever have a problem, if you feel out place, if you've done anything wrong, or If any of the girls ever force you to do anything against your will or take advantage of you, don't be afraid to tell us, ok?" Lincoln wiped his eyes, though there were still tears leaking out.
"Ok..." Lincoln said. "What's the other thing?"
"Well, we spoke with your art teacher yesterday, and she said that you have an amazing gift." Rita said. "Don't lose it, ok? You keep drawing whatever comes to your mind. You may not know it yet, but it'll get you somewhere in life." The boy, surprised that his parents adore his art, gave a nod.
"Ok..." He said, rubbing his eyes with his arm, but the tears still remained. "Mom, Dad, I'm so sorry..."
"Oh, honey, it's alright..." Rita said. "It's going to be ok... We're here, sweetie. We're here for you now." The boy clung to his parents, and they remained in their embrace, not caring that Clyde and Dr. Lopez was watching from the other room.
"Looks like you worked your magic, Dr. Lopez." Clyde said.
"It's not over yet, Clyde." She said. "This is just the beginning. But hopefully, it's a start." She was right, for Lincoln was still in anguish, and he probably will be for a while. But there may be hope yet. The loving warmth of the hug from his parents was helping ease the pain away from his heart. The pain was still there, but it's a start.
As for his sisters, all of them were watching from the little camera that Lisa put on Lincoln's backpack. They've heard everything from Lincoln's session, and all of them were feeling a large amount of guilt and worry. They knew what was coming for them... but they didn't care about that. Their brother was in a lot of pain, and they needed to make things right... But how?

And so, our white haired boy is mentally and emotionally sick, struck with Complex-PTSD, and the family is starting to realize how serious this is. Will there ever be peace of mind for Lincoln? Time will tell. As for the girls, I'm sure you guys know what's coming next...

Had the Skillet song Would Is Matter stuck in my head when I was doing this.
Lily and Lynn Jr. are not in this, because Lily helped the girls realize their fault in all this, and Lynn is still in a coma during all this.

It was difficult, but Depression and Complex-PTSD is the best to describe Lincoln's situation here. I was also considering either Schizophrenia or Emotional Dysregulation Disorder, but I decided that Depression and Complex-PTSD was enough.
The difference between regular PTSD and Complex-PTSD is that PTSD is caused by one single event, while Complex-PTSD is a result of chronic, or ongoing exposure to traumatic events over a long period, either be months or years.
And PTSD isn't caused by just trauma alone. It can develop from any event that is stressful, frightening, and or distressing.

This was posted again with my Gaming Desktop, because my All-In-One PC is having trouble dealing with DeviantArt right now. But it's not problem, really.
Well, hope you guys like this. You guys might know what's up next. And hey, it may surprise you.

(c) Nickelodeon