My therapist is an a$$hole

I would to start by acknowledging the benefits of therapy and the negative stigma attached to it. Therapy has helped a lot of people and something I have had to endure myself on multiple occasions. Now that I have made the appropriate acknowledgements, I would like to confess that my therapist is an ass hole.

Perhaps I am being too dramatic. But it’s 2022 — is there such a thing as too dramatic? Are you even allowed on the internet without some degree of drama?

My first experience with therapy was horrible. I can’t even believe this individual is qualified to talk to people about such sensitive topics and “trained” to help people. Let me explain. To keep this person confidential, I shall refer to them as One, since they were, after all, my first experience with therapy. You can recognize my creativity in the comments below.

My mom had suggested I go to therapy after moving home from NYC. I felt directionless and without purpose. I was single, had experienced so many amazing things in NYC, and came back to my hometown in Kentucky where everyone was married and talking about school districts for their children. It was a very confusing and lonely time of my life. Pretty standard stuff, right?

I walked into my first session. It was fine initially. We chatted about my background and my reason for being there. Things got weird…