All metaphors and analogies are taken from real cases of consultations. However, they are stereotypical and do not indicate specific clients or real people. Presses, crumples, remakes it to suit itself. Who is this monster? Society? No. Dear adult. Don't come here. Don't stand here. Do not scream. Go play. Why are you pulling my hand? Don't you see, I don't have time? And the child learns to follow the adult. How he sits. How he turns the key in the door. Determines thoughts by the movement of the eyebrows. And puts on, puts on, puts on parts of the spacesuit. Don't feel it. Don't act. Do not think. Don't want to. What is possible? You can think about others. First about loved ones, then about distant ones, then... You can take care of yourself with the leftovers. But no, that’s fine. The spacesuit is not bad. Even gorgeous. He allowed me to last through my childhood. It allows you to survive on minimal wages into adulthood. Such an astronaut sits and watches how they are running somewhere without spacesuits. They are envious and angry, and in general, how can they move like this? It’s scary to take it off, and most importantly, it’s unclear how to live without a spacesuit. Breathe deeply? Won't the lungs rupture? Is there really oxygen there? Run, walk? Can your legs hold it? Can you take it with your hands? What if you get burned? Or, even worse, they won’t reach out in return. Give? Will they take it? The cyberpunk we deserve? And you don’t need to invent anything. Everything is in our head. Over time, the spacesuit becomes not even an exoskeleton. It grows in. Begins to be perceived as your own. Steel hands, unbending, cold and insensitive. But you can at least take a hot frying pan. Are they comfortable? Titanium knees? And it’s okay that you can’t put a child in prison, but they won’t bend. They won't run back. We forgot how to run a long time ago. It doesn’t matter that there’s nothing to stand for for a long time, but running at least after the bus would be useful. But on titanium it’s even somehow more representative. Don’t you feel people? But look, what a steel biceps! Guts and penis, however, somehow work worse. They lack battery power, but we can chalk it up to age. By the time they were thirty, they had given birth to children and eaten delicious food. An excellent age for the appearance of implanted non-living things. Really? No, it’s better in a spacesuit. It’s warmer, there’s support, and you won’t get burned on the frying pan. Safety is everything? Did you know that back in the eighties, a child who drew a non-existent animal with mechanical parts required additional diagnostics for schizophrenia? Do you want to work? Sign up here.