My first therapist was so full of himself. It was at a point where I just didn't feel like he 'got' me. I didn't feel understood at all. And I wanted to feel like he understood what was going on with me. So I told him I didn't feel like he was getting it. Then he started on this long thing where he tried to convince me that he liked me. I was just floored through the whole thing. I didn't give a flip whether he liked me. I wanted him to understand me... two totally different things in my estimation. So listening to all that turned my stomach.

And if Stopdog ever gets tired of lawyering, she oughta become a comedian