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What Makes This More Than A Story
You’re going to read about my breakdown. I’ll introduce myself and a pseudonym for my former therapist in another post. What makes this more than just me telling my story is that I will post recordings, images of texts and emails, and some of her notes.
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Things I Know About My Former Therapist (But Shouldn’t)
Here is a short and incomplete list of things that I know about my former therapist.
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Who I Am, Why I’m Writing This
Patients aren’t usually the authors of case studies, but I thought it was important to document how this happened, the impact these boundary violations had on me, and some of the flags I missed along the way.
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The Beginning
Everyone wonders what their therapist thinks of them. Mostly, we want to know if they think we’re normal. Sometimes we want to know if we’re their favorite patient. I now had some idea: she wanted me to like her.
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If Sam Were Writing This Case Study
What if Sam were writing this case study about me? This post is a fictional (but plausible) start to a case study by Sam about the same events.
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Sam Suggests an Affair
When is it ok for your therapist to tell you your marriage, which you’re there in part to work on, is weak? When is it ok for her to suggest that you have an affair?
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Sam Wants to Talk About Our Relationship
In the summer of 2020, during the Covid pandemic, Sam wanted to discuss our relationship. I objected, stating that our interactions were strictly professional. Despite this, she continued to insist on the existence of a relationship, referencing psychoanalytic concepts like transference and countertransference. One of the cruxes of this story is Sam’s ability (or inability) to manage her own countertransference.
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In Which I Have Two Dreams
I am a vivid dreamer and Sam was a prolific note-taker of my dreams. After all her pushing about our “relationship,” she finally appeared in two dreams of mine, which I’ll recount here.
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“Sometimes what feels like love is just love.” — Sam
In which I develop feelings for Sam and tell her I’m having transference, which she dismisses, telling me it’s just love.
Unlike a typical blog, this is written in chapter form. Start at the top and read posts downward to follow the story.
This is the story of how a female psychotherapist told me she loved me, a 53 year old professional male, causing a sever emotional breakdown and then reversing roles and treating me like I was her therapist. It includes recordings of sessions, contemporaneous emails, texts, and some of her notes, and a certain amount of theorizing. While all the facts here are absolutely true and corroborated, I do some layman’s theorizing about why she may have treated me the way she did.
This story is here to help others who may find themselves in, or sliding towards, a similar situation in the hopes that you can rescue yourself before you wind up where I did.
