The Rapist

I worked at Ellis Island for a little less than a month this summer, not long enough to get a fancy little ID card with my picture on it. Instead, I had to sign in at this security stand by the boat every day (and once the blockheaded idiot wouldn't let me on because they had a "by BOSTON I meant married" listed, but that's another story that involves a lot of yelling by me and my boss at this dolt). Anyway, when my name got checked off they gave me this name tag with a front and back part. As the day went on, the back grew increasingly red until the words "EXPIRED" were all over it, tipping everyone off that my day of fun fun fun in the island sun was over and it was time to get shitfaced.

I'm thinking that it might be nice to apply this concept in reverse to therapy patients. When a session is over, slap a big red SANE tag on them that would then wear down and indicate that it was time for another session.

But how to make this most effective? Should the label be applied to the forehead and gradually cracked by the worried furrowing of the patient's brow? Or under the eyes so that their tears make the ink stream down into an unreadable mess? These decisions must be made on a case by case basis.

I feel very strongly about this.