Story Notes:

Story Notes:

This is a story dealing with Eating disorders; it could be a trigger, so that's a WARNING.

Disclaimer: I don't own.

This story was inspired by "Skinny B's and Swedish Speaking Elephants" by aeronautical

Author's Chapter Notes:

The first few chapters I have written were hard; this is my first fic for Psych and my first response to any kind of challenge. I hope I do well, wish me luck and review; tell me what I can do to improve.

Shawn listened as people around him told their stories one by one. For him this was strangely familiar, as if he had been in this same place, doing the same thing before. That of course was not the case, however, he had been in a very similar situation years ago, but it wasn't in Santa Barbra and it defiantly wasn't with these same people. He would know.

As the next 45 minutes passed Shawn started feeling more comfortable, the more time that passed the closer he got to being able to escape without opening up about his "story". Quite frankly he almost felt bad for lying to the people surrounding him, almost. Just as he thought he was in the clear someone addressed him, and his lack of input.

"Mr. Spencer, why don't you share something about your self with the group? I don't expect you to tell your whole life story, but how about you just tell us about why you're here?" The woman addressing him was the leader of the group, also know as the psychiatrist.

"Hi my name is Shawn and I'm an alcoholic…" Shawn's comment was met with silence from around him, "What no "hi Shawn" or anything like that? No? That's not how this works. Guess I'm in the wrong place, guess I'll go then." As the words left his mouth he made a move to stand, however, the woman who had asked him to speak stopped.

"Mr. Spencer, you know you are in the right place, and you know what you're supposed to be telling us. Now please, sit back down and talk, admitting you're problem is the first step to recovery." The way she spoke was very condescending, almost as if she thought he was below her.

"Fine," Shawn rolled his eyes and flopped dramatically back into his seat. "First off, call me Shawn, Mr. Spencer reminds me of my father. Secondly, I'm here because I have an eating disorder, just like the rest of you, happy?"

The woman simply rolled her eyes in response, "Thank you, that is all for this week, I will see you all next week at the same time. Have a good week." Shawn stood to leave just like the others; however he was stopped once again. "Mr. Spencer… I mean Shawn. I hope that your attitude changes within the next week. You are here by choice, you chose to get help, stop acting like everyone here is the enemy, because that is not going to help any one recover."

"I'm not here by choice, I was forced to come. So how about… you let me just sit and observe next week, and I won't be the negative cloud that you think I was this week." Shawn said before turning and walking out of the room.