Oh. My god. My first therapist. I had no experience (and apparently neither had she) and needed emergency help. I blurted out EVERYthing (suicide, homicide...) and she was like, hold on, wait a minute. So, we got to know one another over about 5 sessions (twice a week) then at the end of the last one (3-4week?)she says, "oh, you won't be seeing me anymore. I'm leaving (for greener pastures) I was totally and utterly devestated. I poured my heart out to her. I showed her my naked soul. And she's like, well, I'm gone! Nice to see ya! Wouldn't wanna be ya!
So that was in 07. I've had 2 more since then. I got along with neither. One, the last two appointments, especially the last, was me listening to her talk about her trip to Disney World. Two things. That and when we first met she said, "you should know if you say anything to the dr about me I'm going to know about it".

I THINK I have a good one now. The first thing he told me was he didn't do head games and he didn't do ********. I wish I could put him in my pocket.