I think she repeatedly said what a good poet he was, fancying one's self something can just mean, "to like the idea of being something". He never tried to publish or present his poetry to a wider audience, didn't "work" at it. He had no education, training, or audience. Yes, he was a poet by the simple fact he wrote poetry but that was not what was important to him; the "lecturing" and meaning and discussion of the poetry, "as if" he were a professor or published poet seemed to interest him more.

I think you would be annoyed, as a lawyer, if you had a client that only discussed the personal aspects of their case and refused to addressed the legal parts? A woman who did nothing but cry and go on about what a louse her soon-to-be ex-husband was and what is she going to do about finding a job and and a babysitter for the children; wailing, "How could he do this to me?" over and over and wouldn't attend to the questions you were asking her and information you were giving? Or a person who ignored court dates, couldn't be bothered being on time, etc.?

A therapist is not a poet, does not study or want to be a poetry critic and over time, I would think a therapist could be forgiven for being bored or annoyed or whatever given that not only is the client not using the therapist and therapy as it is set up to be used but refuses to even try to adapt to the therapist and therapy as it is designed. There are limits and structure and he ignored all of them.

I imagine some would say it was "his money" and he should be able to hire the therapist to be a "friend" or whatever he wants, it's his therapy but the therapist does not have to take on everyone, just because someone wants to hire them. Therapists take on clients that interest them and whom they think they can help, those they think they can work with. This poor guy was not too much about "with" and probably did not belong in therapy at all, just as he belonged in the group home because he wasn't able to care for himself adequately (and sounds like that group home was not, either; I was appalled they didn't know he was in his room and had never left and had died).