You know, I kind of always thought this was a myth. Or a stereotype. Or, at best, representative of the way psychoanalysis/therapy was run fifty years ago. I guess it's a lot more widespread than I thought. I guess I'm luckier than I thought that I didn't run into one of these whackjobs.

I worried about it, sort of--or at least avoided therapy for a while because I had myself pegged for the type who would idealize a therapist like some 12 year old crushing for teacher. Maybe that would have happened if I'd gotten a "Doctor-Father-God."

Instead I got "Some guy with a ****** office."

I remember being shockingly underwhelmed.