Sex in Prison

This is not allowed. Beyond that, it is illegal, a felony in and of itself. The Boss-Guy believes this is the most important piece of information to pound into my head. “I think everything will be just fine as long as you don’t fall in love with an inmate,” he mentions. We were walking out after my first day when he put forth this conversational sally. Fortunately, my mouth wasn’t full of anything, and all I spewed was air. Immediately I recognized this as the second most bizarre thing a boss of mine had ever said to me, and easily the most stunning thing spoken on the first day. I assured him I had no intention of going down that particular path. Apparently, it’s a problem. Women with savior complexes are attracted to those they perceive as helpless boys, just needing a good woman to re-mother them and set them straight. And although there are some helpless boys, and every man needs a good woman, and I’m good at setting people straight, sex in prison is not for me.

The fifth time he mentions this thought to me, I’m beginning to get a little peeved. I’ve been a therapist for decades and have yet to wander into this trap. And although I don’t wish to disrespect my patients, if I were to cross this professional and personal boundary, it would not be with a prisoner. This is not to mention my husband of three decades of whom I am quite fond. This answer seems to shut down his impulse to warn…but it makes me look at the other female staff and wonder.