LOL I dunno. She was older and colored her hair. But I am pretty sure her brain was blonde.

She was so strange. One day a girl came for her first day and she was nervous as we all were on our first day. The therapist was really mean to her because the girl was timid and said she would like to just listen for awhile to get comfortable. The therapist kept prodding her and not in a nice way and it was making me mad. The therapist told her, we don't have any secrets in here. I remarked loudly, I have lots of secrets. The therapist just ignored me because so often I would say things in response to her silliness and I don't think she knew how to actually discuss things. She was more, I'm the boss and I'm here to tell you what you need to know and you should accept everything as fact.

I made her really mad one time and it was so funny. I had been in the outpatient program for about two years and she and I had gotten familiar with each other. I took a break for a year and then decided to restart the program again when I switched to a different Pdoc and he thought I might benefit from being there. Well this therapist had the attitude that she was superior in every way to the clients. She was smarter, higher social status, you know. Her car was a convertible and it was okay but it was older and needed waxed but still that was part of her image that she portrayed. When I came back to therapy after the break I had bought an Audi A4 convertible which is my dream car. I came driving in with the top down and music blasting and my vanity license plate that says STFU and boy she was mad. How dare I have a nicer car than she did. I laughed. I really liked the two other therapists there but that one was a froot loop. Once in private one of the good therapists told me that she and the other therapist had "professional differences" with the bizarre therapist.

Another time I spent three months in a different outpatient program which was so so but not really right for me. Most, well all of the other clients rode buses to and from the program. I was dawdling after session one day and a therapist said to me, aren't you going to miss your bus? I said I drive my car. She looked at me with amazement and asked, you can drive? I said nothing but was thinking ummmmm yeah lady I've been driving thirty years, worked fifteen years as a critical care nurse, worked five years as a paramedic and hey lady sometimes I even drove the ambulance and oh boy did I like the siren. Honestly. How can you provide therapy to clients when you know absolutely nothing about them? Yeah lady I'm mentally ill but I'm not stupid.

Mentally ill people can drive? Who would have thought?