I briefly saw a therapist whose office was basically a converted broom closet. It was small and narrow and his chair was closer to the door in a way that gave the impression of blocking the exit (he wasn’t blocking the door, it just felt that way). There was no window, no overhead light and just a fairly dim lamp on a side table. I commented about the fact that it felt a bit tight in there, that there wasn’t even a window and he replied, “do you like the outdoors FJ?” Saying my name in that sort of aggressive pointed way, like he was trying to sell me a crappy car.

It was such a dumb reply. I was really young and I blurted out, “can you not just agree that it would be nice to have a window???” And he came out with one more therapeutic platitude and I never returned.