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Dr. Disney (Haitus)

Posted on 2010.11.06 at 21:18
Hey everybody, I'm sorry but I don't think I will be continuing Dr. Disney for quite some time. It's not because of the community or anything, I just don't think it's appropriate to be writing about a heavy topic as sensitive as this when Demi just checked into treatment. Maybe I'll continue after she's better, but it just seems really insensitive for me to write a fan fiction about this touchy of a subject. I'm very sorry everyone. It's not anybody's fault. It's just my personal choice. (Wow, this sounds like a breakup letter) I hope you can all respect that and join me in wishing Demi the best! We support you Demi! ~Your fans 

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Dr. Disney (Lesson Four: Bureaucracy)

Posted on 2010.10.24 at 22:03

Title: Dr. Disney
Rating: NC-17
Summary: My job requires me to be distant from my patients, but these are just kids. They’re trapped by the monarchy of what we call, the House of Mouse.
Disclaimer: I am in no way, The Mouse and I do not own the heart, soul, bodies, or minds of any of the Disney family.

Lesson Four: Bureaucracy

 Bureaucracy: a formal organization that is designed to accomplish a goal or task by large numbers of people in the most efficient and rational way possible. Bureaucracies are characterized by a high degree of division of labor, specialization, hierarchy of authority, and explicit written rules and regulations. Bureaucracies usually lead to separation of work and ownership, impersonal relations, and alienation.

 Primary group: a relatively small group of people who engage in intimate face-to-face interaction over an extended period of time. Primary groups are our “emotional glue.” We call members of our primary group to share good news or to vent. Primary group members are typically understanding, supportive, and tolerant when we’re in a bad mood or selfish.

 Secondary group: a large, usually formal, impersonal, and temporary collection of people who pursue a specific goal or activity. For example, employees of a company. In this case, puppets of the House of Mouse. Secondary groups are highly structured, there are many rules and regulations, people know (or care) little about each other personally, relationships are formal, and members are expected to fulfill particular functions.

 Sanctions: punishments or rewards for obeying or violating a norm or rule.

 Patient: Brenda Song
Session 339

Bet you never thought I would be writing about her. Why? Because admit it, she's not important. Everybody overlooks her. Even the Mouse.

 Honestly, I’m surprised that she’s still here. There’s not really a reason for her to be in my office though. She’s been with The Mouse for so long that she’s been completely brainwashed. Her heart is gone. She has no soul. The Mouse says “jump” she says “how high?” Stuck in the Suburbs? Try Stuck in the Mousetrap. Or maybe Wendy Wu: Homecoming Prisoner. Excuse my bittersweet human, but I just can’t explain how badly I feel for these kids.

 Thankfully, Brenda’s one of the better patients. Her story isn’t twisted. She’s just been underappreciated. Out of all my clients, she’s been here the longest, worked the hardest, and for what? She doesn’t even have her own TV show. Personally, I don’t see the point in her staying. The sooner she gets out of here, the better. She’s been stuck here working for the head honcho for years. Her future is slowly slipping away. The sad thing is, she’s completely aware of it. But she’s rather stay with Disney than not be a part of it at all.

 A few years ago, she came to me crying, saying that she wanted to go to college. She felt uneducated, like the Mouse was controlling her every move. I handed her a tissue and told her that wasn’t true, that the Mouse wanted the best for her. It was the biggest lie I’ve ever told. She said that she went to The Mouse and asked them for time off to go to college for a bit. The Mouse, which values educating the youth oh so much, told Brenda that she could go, but would not be welcome back. She “chose” to stay, and just took courses online to graduate from college. But ever since, The Mouse has held a grudge against her and she’s been the “background co-star” for almost every project she’s been assigned to.

 Now she’s become a robot. She’s told who to date, what to say, what jobs to accept, what offers to reject, which interviewers to talk to, when to smile, when the frown, when to keep her mouth shut, and more.  

 “What are you going to do today, Brenda?” I ask.

 “I’m supposed to do an interview today and get a wardrobe fitting.” She replies.

“No, I mean, what do you want to do?” I urge.

“My job” She says plainly, as if I asked the dumbest question the world. This is what bureaucracy wanted. This is what the Mouse wanted.

“No, no, Brenda, dear, I mean, for fun.”

“My job is fun.” She lies. The corner of her mouth twitches for a second.

“It’s just me and you, Brenda. You can talk to me. Remember, we used to go get ice cream sometimes and you would tell me all your stories.”

 “I’m not a child anymore. I’ve grown up. I’ve changed.” She states simply. It’s all so scripted.

 “I know you have.” I sigh. And for the worse…

“But… if I could do what I wanted today, I would visit my family. I haven’t seen them in so long.” She whispers.

Brenda’s brothers still live at home while she works in LA. The past year has been quite a tough one, what, with the lawsuit and everything. For those of you who don’t know, some creeper used Brenda’s picture to advertise for a sex site. The Mouse was not amused and filed for a lawsuit. Of course, The Mouse won over the little company, since the rules of bureaucracy state that a hierarchy of authority is in place. And near the top of that ladder, is Disney. 

“I know your family misses you too.” I assure her. 

“Maybe…” She shrugs. “I haven’t seen them in so long, they could have forgotten I even exist.”

“Now you know that is absolutely not true.” The thing about Brenda’s situation is that because of the lawsuit, The Mouse and the Song family agreed that to prevent any further publicity or conflict, that family and work be kept completely separated. Thus, Brenda was given no primary group interaction for over a year, and was only exposed to secondary group interaction among her managers and the head Mouse directors. The closest thing to a primary group member was me. But I wasn’t even allowed to interact with her, because the doctor/patient relationship has to be so God damn professional. Sometimes I really hate my job. I really… really… do. At times I don’t even know what I hate more, the dictatorship of the Mouse, or the fact that I work for it.

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Dr. Disney (Lesson Three: Deviance)

Posted on 2010.10.17 at 23:11
Current Mood: sleepysleepy
Current Music: Tears: Aly and AJ

Title: Dr. Disney
Rating: NC-17
Summary: My job requires me to be distant from my patients, but these are just kids. They’re trapped by the monarchy of what we call, the House of Mouse.
Disclaimer: I am in no way, The Mouse and I do not own the heart, soul, bodies, or minds of any of the Disney family.

Lesson Three: Deviance

 Deviance: Behaviors that violates expected rules or norms, and trust me, Disney is a mousetrap for rules and norms.

 Positive Deviance: Behavior that over conforms to social expectations

 Negative Deviance: Behavior that falls below social expectations

Patient: Miley Cyrus
Session 69

 A perfect example of negative deviance, oxymoron completely intended, every day she comes in here with less and less clothes on. Bet daddy never expected this out of his little girl. But I’m sure he likes it. Actually, I know he likes it. She’s ranting about some kind of press conflict; I’m not really paying attention. Honestly, she’s told me so much about her dad touching her and what not, I’m not surprised. I mean, if you parade yourself around wearing just underwear and a bra, men will be men and hormones will get the best of them. Of course, that’s not excuse for incestuous tendencies. But she never said “no.” I nod and smile sympathetically. “Miley, have you told him that he makes you feel uncomfortable?” I ask. She simply shakes her head no going on about how it’s “too complicated” and would “ruin their trust.” Trust? What kind of sick, twisted trust is that?

 Her thoughts are rapid, fleeting, and almost bipolar. She jumps from one topic to another. Relief that her show is ending, wanting to leave Disney, etc. My job does not allow me to encourage her, but I’m cheering for her in my head. I wish I could get all of these kids out of this mess. Now she’s talking about having sex with girls. One girl in particular is always her favorite, Demetria Lovato.

“We aren’t in a relationship or anything, and I don’t want to be. It’s just a nice escape for both of us, you know? We have a mutual understanding that nothing more is going on, so need to talk about it.” She assures me.

 “Demi is using sex as an escape from what?” I egg on.

“The Mouse, stress, press, fame…” she rattles off a never ending list, but the one reason that stands out to me is “Selena Gomez.”

I thought back to my session with Jennifer a few weeks ago. No one seems to completely understand why the two best friends ended their relationship, but each person has his or her own theory.

 Selena Gomez, the polar opposite of Ms. Country Fivin’ Hip Hop Hip. Ms. Positive deviance. Every time I have a session with her, she sits so properly even though each session is two hours long. No slouching whatsoever. Her hands rest on her knee, one leg crossed over the other. Every. Single. Time. It’s almost like she’s a robot. I don’t  know if she’s stubborn, or just unfeeling. The Mouse has her programmed to do whatever they want. She’s their “wholesome Disney icon” and they intend to keep it that way.

 “And why exactly did they break up?” I asked.

 “Well,” She drags out “I think it’s because of Taylor and Joe. I think that when they broke up, Selena took Taylor’s side and Demi took Joe’s side. They probably argued about it or something and then decided that if they couldn’t accept each other’s friends, that maybe they should give their relationship a break.” I nod like I understand, but honestly, I know that’s not true. At least, it doesn’t match what Demi and Selena have confessed to me. But I’ll get to that at some other point.

 Back to Miley, she’s laying on her back on my couch, her feet propped up against the backrest. Classy… really, classy. But hey, “she’s just being Miley.” I smirk at my own witty joke.

 “What’s so funny?” She asks me.

“Nothing. I’m just glad that you have so many feelings you’re want to relieve. It means you’re open to my helping you.” I quickly cover up.

 “You could relieve me of something else, you know.” She winks, walking over to straddle me.

 “Miley, you know we’re strictly a doctor-patient relationship.” I urge.

“But I just feel like you know me so well, I want to return the favor.” She whispers in my ear.

“Miley, I think we’re going to end this session early today.” I say firmly, guiding her up and off my lap. “I want to help you, truly, I do. But this isn’t going to help your situation.” I say, sitting her down. “You’re a wonderful young lady, but you don’t need to sell your body for attention. You shouldn’t have to relieve yourself of stress through this type of outlet. There are other ways.” I insist.

She’s silent. Her hands are in her lap, and she refuses to make eye contact with me.

“Miley…” I say softly, moving to sit by her side. I take her hands, trying to calm her. She sniffs and a single tear falls. “I’m your doctor, but it doesn’t mean I want to hurt you. I need you to trust me enough to believe that I want to help you. I’m a friend first, then your doctor. Please, just go home and get some sleep. Lock your door tonight. I will tell your father that you had an intense session and need to rest. He should leave you alone. Like I told you when you had your first session, you have my number and can call me for whatever, whenever. I am here for YOU. Not the Mouse. Not your family. YOU, Miley. You are my patient. No one else.”

She looks up and pulls up her shirt, readjusting herself. She walks out silently without a goodbye. I know it’s not right to get emotionally attached to your patients, but Miley is like a baby sister. I know when she’s trying too hard. And I wish that she could learn to respect herself so that men will learn to do so as well.

A/N: Hey all! I'm a beginner at writing. I never really wrote a "formal" story. Just 1st person narrations for short essays and whatnot. So please let me know if this is too informal or "young" and "unprofessional" sounding. I try to make this sound like the way my soc prof talks, but he's pretty young as well. So any type of criticism is appreciated. Just don't be a bully, or I might cry. (Cowers in a corner...)

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Dr Disney (Lesson Two: Alienation)

Posted on 2010.10.14 at 16:47
Current Location: Dorm
Current Mood: lonelylonely

Title: Dr. Disney
Rating: NC-17
Summary: My job requires me to be distant from my patients, but these are just kids. They’re trapped by the monarchy of what we call, the House of Mouse.
Disclaimer: I am in no way, The Mouse and I do not own the heart, soul, bodies, or minds of any of the Disney family.

Lesson Two:  Alienation

 In-group: members who share a sense of identity and that typically excludes and devalues outsiders (For example high school cliques)

 Out-group: People who are viewed and treated negatively because they are seen as having values, beliefs, and other characteristics different from those of the in-group. Out-group members are usually aware of being outsiders. (The “social rejects” in high school)

 Alienation:  a feeling of isolation, meaninglessness, and powerlessness.

 Patient: Jennifer Stone
Session 23

 Overweight people are often viewed by others as lazy, sloppy, unmotivated, and undisciplined. Many overweight people have internalized such negative attitudes and see themselves as part of an out-group. This is Jennifer’s mindset. Ever since she booked Wizards of Waverly Place, she has been compared to Selena. And though they are friends, friends still can get jealous of one another. Jen and Sel may seem like the “perfect sisters” in the “Wizards family” but when the cameras turn off, Selena’s the one in the spotlight, and Jen is forgotten in the background. Not that Selena tries to steal it of course, but she’s just the main character. She gets more screen time. She gets more attention. Easy math. A=B, B=C, therefore A=C.

 “Selena is naturally thin. She’s smarter and prettier than me. Everybody cheers for her the loudest when we take our curtain call bows” Jen would tell me. The thing about Jennifer is, though, that she is confident when she’s alone, but once Selena steps into the picture, she automatically backs herself into the distance. It’s almost as if she assumes the role of Harper Finkle outside of the work place. If Alex is walking, Harper better be a few steps behind her, so as to not steal her limelight.

 She rejected another invitation from the other Disney cast members today. Why? It was a lunch date and Jen’s been trying to cut back on her eating habits. Disney, of course, approves of the idea, seeing as it promotes “healthy dieting.” What The Mouse is hiding is the fact that Jen’s diet is nowhere near a healthy diet. Unless you consider scarfing down food, just so you can throw it all back up, healthy. When she’s Harper, at least her obnoxious clothes distract the viewers from her slightly visible muffin top. It’s shrunken in size since season 3. When she's Jennifer, she has nothing to hide behind. No mask to wear.

 I look back at her. Her hands are shaking and she’s eying up my lunch bag.

“You haven’t eaten today have you?” I ask her. Not that I need an answer. I already know she hasn’t. It’s 3 pm. I ate my sandwich hours ago, but I saved a pack of peanut butter crackers for a snack. I walk over and hand them to her. I know there was no point in giving them to her though. They would be in the toilet within a few hours. Probably sooner. Most likely, once this session is over.

 I tell her she needs to start eating more, that she doesn’t need to starve herself, just consume fewer calories. “Eating nothing is only going to hurt you.” I advise. But we both know, it’s not the weight that really hurts. It’s The Mouse. She’s comparing herself to Selena not because she hates her costar, but because the viewers do it. And because the viewers express their disapproval, The Mouse needs to make sure that their customers are satisfied. So they pressure a perfectly healthy teenage girl to lose almost 20% of her body weight. Multi-billion dollar corporation vs. measly teenage girl: who will win? Obviously the corporation, leaving the powerless girl feeling worthless.

“Nobody likes a ‘second best’” She complained.

“Nobody’s perfect.” I said, mentally kicking myself for resorting to another Disney cliché. “There has to be something you’re good at.”

 “Nothing that Selena can’t do better.” She countered. “I’m nothing to Disney.”

Stage one: Frustration
Stage two: Self pity
Stage three: Anger

She hasn’t hit it yet, but she’s almost there. Stage four: alienation

Of course, there is no reason that anybody in the Disney family should feel alienated from other members of the Disney family. That is to say, the entire Disney family in itself is an out-group of society. These kids are part of an out-cast group from other kids their age. How many teens can say they make over $30,000 a year? Fly to another country every other month? Tour the country and be showered with gifts at every stop? Have millions of people follow their every tweet, worshiping them just for breathing the same air. What makes them so different? I’ll tell you what, Disney. The Mouse markets these kids like they’re some type of investment, rather than people. But these kids, they’re all deprived. The longer they’ve been here, the less they remember of reality. I can safely say that if you were to put these kids back in a social setting, they would be the ones hiding in the locker room during all hours of the school day.

 She continues to rant about being second to Demi and Taylor in Selena’s friendship circle; that she feels like Selena is just using her to make Demi jealous. The world of Selena Gomez is the in-group and the ground she walks all over is Jennifer’s world of the out-group.

 “Selena and I get along” she insists. “I just wish that we were closer, like her and Demi. Or at least, closer than she is with Taylor.” I nod and write down more of her ramble. Little does she know, I’ve heard this story multiple times.

 “I don’t understand why she bothers with Taylor. She’s just using her to make Demi jealous. But I don’t get why. She’s the one who told Demi they should split. Not that it was an official break up, but everybody knows that they aren’t speaking anymore.” Her hands are flying rapidly as she explains.

 “And why exactly did they break up?” I ask.

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Dr. Disney (Lesson One: Roles)

Posted on 2010.10.12 at 19:34

Title: Dr. Disney
Rating: NC-17
Summary: My job requires me to be distant from my patients, but these are just kids. They’re trapped by the monarchy of what we call, the House of Mouse.
Disclaimer: I am in no way, The Mouse and I do not own the heart, soul, bodies, or minds of any of the Disney family.

Lesson One: Roles

 Role: A role is the behavior expected of a person who has a particular status. Roles define how we are expected to behave in a particular status, but people vary considerably in their fulfillment of the responsibilities associated with their roles.

 Role performance: The actual behavior of a person who occupies a status.

 Role conflict: the frustrations and uncertainties a person experiences when confronted with the requirements of two or more statuses.

 Role strain: stress that arises from incompatible demands among roles within a single status.

 My job is to be a psychiatrist. But it wasn’t something I planned on doing. I initially majored in sociology and went back to school to get secondary degree in psychology. Disney was looking for some fresh college students to intern so I thought I’d give it a go. Suddenly, I was promoted to the position I’m in now. I am now a shrink for the top entertainment in the world. I want to be a friend. But I, myself am a victim of the Mouse. My biggest problem? Role strain. The line between patient and doctor have blurred for me. Disney wants things to be black and white, but I’m stuck in a grey area. My clients trust me to be their counselor. I want to befriend them, give them real advice, not just the Disney bullshit I was trained to say. If I was allowed to say what was really on my mind to The Mouse, I’d surely lose my job. So I resort to role performance and do as I’m told because hey, I need the money. And I’m pretty sure Disney’s robot army would probably murder me if I ever quit or let any info slip out.

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Dr. Disney

Posted on 2010.10.12 at 12:12
Current Mood: blankblank

Title: Dr. Disney
Rating: NC-17
Summary: My job requires me to be distant from my patients, but these are just kids. They’re trapped by the monarchy of what we call, the House of Mouse.
Disclaimer: I am in no way, The Mouse and I do not own the heart, soul, bodies, or minds of any of the Disney family.


Who said that all research had to be published? I can tell you right now, this book is never leaving my sight. It’s not like I hate my job, no. It’s definitely not that. I’ve dealt with much worse in the past. I just need a distraction from what they’re really saying to me. Before I got this job, I would lie awake at night just staring blankly at the ceiling. Those stories my patients told made me completely numb. But this, this is different. Their stories, their hurt, their pain, the pressure of Hollywood, it’s all so overwhelming sometimes. After I was hired by Mr. Disney himself, I knew this was going to be an incredible opportunity. But sometimes I just wish I could dig a hole and lay myself down in it and suffocate until I die. Why the sarcasm? Why the pessimism? It’s because of these kids. Who would have thought such “perfect” children could be this messed up? I’m sure they feel the same way I do about my job though. Actually, I can’t even tell if I’m the enemy. Of course, why should it matter to me? I get paid a nice sum of money to keep my mouth shut and stay as professional as possible. But sometimes I feel like I should be the one to save them. To reunite broken friends, families, people. But it’s not my place. Is it? The damn Mouse even has me hoping for a happy ending. It’s just much more complicated when you’re the one who can decide their fate. My job requires me to be distant from my patients, but these are just kids. They’re trapped by the monarchy of what we call, the House of Mouse.

A/N: This is just a preview.