I'm saying it was dishonest they treated me like a child, reproducing and exploiting my veneration a child has for a parent. They shouldn't have put on a performance and stagecraft. They shouldn't have domineered me. They shouldn't have feigned omnipotence and omniscience. They shouldn't have pretended to mind read, or labeled or commandeered my narrative. They shouldn't have given me life lessons, knowing no more about nor living better themselves. They shouldn't have pretended they knew how life works or transformation works or if it exists at all. They shouldn't have played God or priest or wizard or oracle.

I shouldn't have been such a fool to be pulled in to their folly.

Now as a blogger and reader, knowing a couple of therapists outside a treatment context, I can be more objective about this trend toward pretense and presumptuousness that many mental health providers seem to display. I see a great deal of dishonesty about the limits to their knowledge and certainly to their powers.