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Remembering my old therapist who when I told him I was an alcoholic, leaned in and said “As a therapist, I believe I should have some skin in the game as well” (you shouldn’t) “and I want you to know I was never addicted to cocaine, but I used it heavily for many years.”
He followed a kind of therapy called “systems centered therapy” which has an incomprehensible Wikipedia article and involved having me stand on furniture and ask me leading questions about if I had violent thoughts which then basically turned into murder improv games
The sessions took place in the most expensive apartment I’ve ever been in, high stop Center City Philadelphia. He would let his dog which looked exactly like a wolf go out in the hall and shepherd me in from the elevator, which feels like something I hallucinated
he was big into showing me diagrams of different metaphorical parts of the brain that caused different spiritual problems and personality traits. they weren’t printed out from a book or anything he had drawn them himself
After I moved to another city he texted me to say he fucked up my billing and I needed to mail him $300
He said he had given up on relationships long ago and I should too, but he made out well in his divorce. I asked what he meant and he got up, opened a closet, and had me examine a pile of Tiffany’s bags full of undisplayed trinkets. Just googled how much those cost and holy shit
One time he had me go into his bedroom and sit at his computer with him because he couldn’t figure out how to run my credit card
This all set me back immeasurably towards becoming the somewhat stable man I proudly am today, so I guess the moral is it is okay to stop seeing a therapist if they at all give off vibes you are in a thriller movie. Do NOT accept therapy that is cinematic
This is what I get for finding a therapist by going on http://PsychologyToday.com and picking the one I thought looked most like a therapist
