Desmond Zane's Questionnaire

My Hometown of Seattle.

Small place, I used to live in New York but, that was cut short after the Fire… Don't want to talk about it right now, maybe a later time.
It's a bit quiet, much more so than my stay in New York, and I think I'd rather prefer that, than the other option… I know all the places I visit and
get some clients that are pretty much happy to see me as well, or I hope they are, they wouldn't try to- Oh, never mind. Just wish the work gets 
easier as you go along, guess i need to work on my approachability, don't I?

Money and My Job.

Well, I'm a Psychiatrist, basically, I work with people to try to figure out stuff like traumas or other mental issues of theirs, so we can then treat
them and they can get back to living a much more normal and peaceful life, I didn't use to charge much, but considering the student loans and medical
bills I had to pay, the price went up a bit. Still affordable to most people, I give them a free session then they can decide if they want to work 
with me, or find another guy that can help them. This honesty can go a long way and I intend to prove that you don't need to lie, just do a good job
and the clients will come to you, easy.

Curing all Mental Sicknesses…

That's my ambition, fitting for a man whose job fits that description, but that leads to the question of, what do I count as a mental sickness? Well, 
I use the textbook definition and my own common sense, of course being gay or bisexual isn't an illness, but then we then have someone who's for
example, autistic? Is it a sickness worth treating, or just another state of being for a person? I ask myself these questions a lot, along with my own
morality… I'd rather not kill people for it, but I am willing to do what it takes to protect my patients and get them the life they deserve, that is 
what my Ambition is about.

The Fire.

This probably should be explained before I go any further, even if I don't want to remember it at all… I used to live in New York, in one of the older
houses made with wooden parts, making it rather flammable, you can imagine the shock I felt when one day, I woke up to my home being on fire and 
having to evacuate with nothing to my name. A piece of rubble was lodged into my chest and neck, I still feel it even after the surgery… I can't talk 
loudly again, or even be quiet without wheezing half of my lungs out, i was left with nothing, but the scar and a new fear of fire, good thing I
managed to rebuild my life after that disaster.

People Closest to Me.

Guess I should talk about them, I can't really talk much anymore, so I usually have someone fill in for me or help me speak my words out loud, when I
can that is. His name is Luis, a good friend of mine and also in the business of psychology, though is generalized more with creating books then
actually trying to treat patients… He always says I was the more social one out of the two of us. My Parents also supported be greatly, especially 
after the fire happened, and I had to deal with my scars, we had a joke that it would be silly for a Psychiatrist to treat a fellow Psychiatrist, but
it probably would have helped me a lot in the earliest weeks after what happened. My Psychology professor did help out a lot and even gave some good
advice on how to deal with my new phobia and other stuff, I miss him sometimes.