J.C. Schildbach, LMHC, is (as the letters suggest) a Licensed Mental Health Counselor. While a writer at heart, he got into the mental health field to explore the origins of his raging oral fixation, which, it turns out, is at least marginally tied to various blankie-related things.
His penchant for self-abuse (not the physical or euphemistic kind) has led him down some very dark paths in the Mental Health field–sort of a Conrad-Kurtz-meets-Linus-Van-Pelt situation, which is kind of what Lucy Van Pelt is now that he thinks about it. But, really, he never thought of himself as the Lucy Van Pelt type. He always thought of himself as more of a Charlie Brown, but…good gravy (did he say ‘good gravy’ and not ‘good grief?), man, how much of his early life is tied up in the Peanuts mythos? Is that even the right word? He should probably talk to somebody about this.