In my post of yesterday, August 6 (#13 in this thread), I think I was unfair to my previous therapists, or at least some of them. I think it's a good bet that they saw me as so fragile, so ready to fall off the edge of the cliff, that they felt they were doing good just by supporting me. I guess they had the feeling that it was better to try to keep me functioning in the real world than to shake me up with serious therapy and risk my being in a hospital for quite some time. The last words of an eight-year therapist to me before my moving to Japan, were "don't commit s*****e." (She STRONGLY disapproved my leaving New York.) I had never mentioned the subject to her and, at that time, had never thought about it. So I really shouldn't have condemned them yesterday as money grubbers.