Unfortunately the authoritarian/supplicant relationships I had with my therapists were infantalizing and enfeebling. They pretended omniscient powers they, of course, didn't possess making them seem like powerful giants to my powerless patient.

The dynamic was poor prototype to cope with my outside life. Therapy "rewarded" me for being a wounded, needy soul, my weakest part. I expected everyone to cater to all my hurts and misfortunes, and of course that didn't work.

Then therapy focused me almost exclusively on the negatives of my life, my shortcomings and the suffering, a sinkhole where I entered and dwelt. It taught me how to be a depressive.