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Seeking actors to portray "distressed clients" in 30-second video vignettes for therapist training course. All ethnicities, ages teen to 60-ish. Learners view videos, learn how best to respond. Shoot scheduled for September 23-24.
Lines appear below. All are Copyright 2011 The Art of Healing.
|Role Name||Gender||Ethnicity||Age Range||Description|
|Hurt Parent||0||Any Ethnicity||41-50||LINES: I don’t know what to do about my son. He is 16 now. I can’t talk to him – can’t reach him. It’s like he’s in another world. He resents our politics, ridicules the way we dress, criticizes our friends, blasts everything we stand for. You know, when I look at him, eye to eye, my own son, I see hatred.|
|Dependent||0||Any Ethnicity||Any Age||Age: 25 - 60 LINES: I think of you as the best friend a person could ever have. Being with you makes me feel worthwhile. Before these last few months, my life was hopeless, empty. But you made it meaningful. You gave me a reason to go on. Without you, I don’t know what I’d do.|
|Suicidal||0||Any Ethnicity||Any Age||Age: 25 - 60. Blue collar. LINES: I lost my job – again. My wife said she is going to split. She should have split a long time ago. I’m up to my ass in debt. Everything I touch turns to shit. Last night I went down to the basement and got my gun out. I just sat there staring at it and I thought maybe it would be best to end the whole goddamned thing right then and there.|
|Angry||0||Any Ethnicity||31-40||Age could be 25 - 60 LINES: For weeks, I’ve been spilling my guts – really hurting – trying to get through to you. And there you sit: distant, detached. My God, what do I have to do to get through to you – to make you aware of me? You don’t care about me. You don’t even hear what I say. I can’t make a dent in you. What kind of person are you, anyway?|
|Existential Angst||0||Any Ethnicity||31-40||Age could be 25 - 60 LINES: Well … Looking at me, I seem calm and relaxed, but on the inside, I’m always freaking out. It’s hell: my stomach’s all in a knot. My head swims. I guess I let little things get to me a lot. Life seems so absurd at times. Where is there any justice in the world? What’s it all about? Life’s such a pain in the ass. It doesn’t seem to have any meaning or make any sense. What in hell’s it all about anyway?|
|Shy||0||Any Ethnicity||18-24||LINES: It’s really hard to talk to you. But that’s my problem. They say I’m “shy,” but it’s worse than that. I want to hide when people are around. I can’t look at them. When I was small, they said I’d grow out of it. Well, it’s worse now than ever.|
|Angry Stoner||0||Any Ethnicity||15-17||LINES: My parents made me come here cause I got caught smoking pot at school. Yeah, I’m a criminal! A dope addict! This is so bogus. The ‘rents, like, INHALE a bottle of wine with dinner seven nights a week, and I know for a fact they partied with their own bong all the way through college. But I get caught with one little doobie, and suddenly it’s like “Intervention.” So what are you going to do now? Cure the “marijuana addict”?|
|Aging||Female||Any Ethnicity||41-50||LINES: It’s a shocking experience to look into a mirror and not recognize yourself. How quickly the years disappear. I’m over forty now – over forty! Oh, I’ve tried all the makeup, the spas, the lotions, but the years seem to have a way of showing through. For a while, I even thought about having some work done, but I don’t know. I mean, how long can you hide from yourself?|
|Self-loathing Alcoholic||0||Any Ethnicity||Any Age||Age could be 35 - 60-ish LINES: Why do I do this to myself and to my family? I drink all the time, and I’m obsessed with the thought. I hate myself when I drink; I can’t stand myself when I’m sober. I love my family, but I just can’t seem to show them. They take so much crap from me and what do I do for them? Maybe they’d be better off without me. Maybe the whole world would be.|
|Bad Sex||Female||Any Ethnicity||Any Age||Age: 25 - 35 LINES: This is difficult for me to say. Well. I’ve been married for a few years now, and Joe is really a good person, and I don’t want to hurt him. But I pretend to enjoy sex. He doesn’t satisfy me. It’s getting to the point where I can’t take it anymore! Sometimes, I get so upset, I lie awake half the night before I can go to sleep. I don’t have the nerve to tell him I’ve been faking it …but I can’t go on like this.|
|Panic Attacks||0||Any Ethnicity||Any Age||Age could be 41 - 60-ish LINES: I just don’t understand this. I keep getting these attacks. You know, I worked hard to get where I am. I’m a VP with a corner office. I’ve got the McMansion, the Beemer, the kid’s going to an Ivy League school. I’ve achieved every damn goal I ever set for myself. So what happens? I start getting these … attacks. I get the shakes. I get dizzy. I can’t breathe right. I’ve seen the doctor – it’s not my blood pressure and my heart’s fine. He says it’s “anxiety.” What the hell have I got to be anxious about?|
|Abandoned||0||Any Ethnicity||41-50||This one is written as abandoned wife, but could just as easily be an abandoned husband. LINES: How can he do this to me after I’ve been a good wife to him for 15 years? There’s another woman. Younger. He did this to me behind my back, in my own home! How could he? He says he’s sorry. Sorry! But I’m willing to forgive him if he’ll stay. I’ll do anything for him. I can’t go on without him. He is all I live for.|