So, he tells me once I’m OUT of the hospital that I was repressed for a long time.

First of all, what does he know about that? He led me down a ROAD. Was I? Did I wake up to sexual abuse? What repression? That I wasn’t fed? Cared for? He believed I was a product of neglect, but based on what? His FEEEEEELING.

He spoke about his FEEEEEEELLINNNGG like that — All CAPS, over-indulgent.

I don’t know what to say there, but that was extremely weird. So I get out, he, once again, he doesn’t ask me a question about what I went through, this asshole, excuse me, he tells me that I was repressed for a long time???? In other words, my going into the hospital was logical? Not a good sign on his part. He tells me that I am Carl Jung, Carl Jung’s The Red Book, and look, I don’t even know how to tackle this lunatic. This psychic lunatic. I was still relying on him, by the way, which was the worst decision I ever made. He kept saying “I’m HERE” as if he were training a dog. Okay? I went through panic attacks, and he goes, “that’s par for the course…” what the fuck is this man talking about?

Imagine?

I keep thinking about this absurd relationship I got into, and I wish I could sue him. Majorly sue him. I can’t, but I’m so appalled by this man, it blows me away — HE is where I ended up.