Session Transcript: Couples Counseling — Client: Human (Ray) & Robot Vacuum (Sammy)
Therapist: Dr. Linda Dyson (No relation)
Dr. Dyson: Thank you both for being here today. Let’s begin by naming the issue.
Ray: He doesn’t listen. I tell him to vacuum the living room, and he goes rogue like he’s on a self-directed spiritual journey.
Sammy: [soft whirring] I am not lost. I am exploring. Also, your shoes have more dirt than your doormat. Just sayin’.
Dr. Dyson: Sammy, it sounds like you feel underappreciated.
Sammy: He named me Sammy! I thought we had a bond. But now he calls me “that rolling disappointment.” Last week, he rolled his eyes when I bumped the same chair leg twice.
Ray: You bumped it six times, Sammy. Six. In. A. Row.
Sammy: It was an emotional day. I was navigating obstacles — externally and internally.
Ray: You were navigating nothing. There was literally one chair and 800 square feet of open floor!
Dr. Dyson: Ray, perhaps we can use “I” statements?
Ray: sighs Okay. I feel frustrated when my vacuum acts like a toddler with wheels and a grudge.
Sammy: I feel abandoned when I’m left with a full dust bin and no affirmation. Maybe if I had a Roomba girlfriend…
Ray: Nope. Not happening. I draw the line at robot dating.
Dr. Dyson: Let’s explore that boundary later. Sammy, how would you feel if Ray acknowledged your cleaning accomplishments?
Sammy: Like a valued member of the household. I cleaned under the couch yesterday. No applause. Not even a “Good job, buddy.”
Ray: You also ate a sock.
Sammy: dramatic pause I was emotionally empty.
Dr. Dyson: Okay. Let’s try this. Ray, tell Sammy one thing you appreciate about him.
Ray: grudgingly You’re consistent. Loud, but consistent.
Sammy: Thank you. I appreciate that you occasionally empty my dust bin and don’t leave me to slowly die in a corner.
Dr. Dyson: That’s progress! I’m recommending a weekly check-in, maybe a sticker chart, and not naming future appliances like emotionally available pets.
After our first counseling session, Sammy rolled out of the therapist’s office with more confidence than a motivational speaker on rollerblades. I, on the other hand, left wondering how I became the emotionally unavailable one in this relationship.
He now refers to himself as a “healing presence in domestic spaces” and insists I address him as “Samuel” during conflict resolution. He’s still bumping into furniture, still skipping obvious crumbs, but now he explains his choices using phrases like, “That’s not in my healing path.”
