When my therapy became a weekly debate about my desire to terminate, I finally managed to. He did this whole authoritarian act thing that my no meant yes, my I don't like you meant I don't like dad, and that my "this is useless" meant I was on the very of a starburst breakthrough. I even said this had become a (colloquial word for urination) contest and he was indignant about that.

None of this helped me.