Somehow, I did not manage to prevail this last session. C is such a snitch. Somehow the therapist had gotten hold of a letter I had written. She started in on me talking about threats and ultimatums. I told her she was guilty of the same thing when she talks about putting me in the hospital! She said blah blah maybe you're right about that but it's for good not for bad like your threats.

She also grilled me about certain terminology that I choose to use when talking about C.

She said she was sorry for me!

She asked how old I am. I refused to answer. She said she had to educate me about abuse and stuff.

She basically said there's something wrong with me! And she said I looked "angry and miserable." She asked if I was scared of her. As if!

Finally, the therapist managed to extract a behavioral concession from me after hounding me about a secret I refused to tell. Looking back, this was certainly a cunning tactic.