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“I love You. I am Deeply Immersed With You.” — Sam
The relationship with Sam became blurred as she used suggestive language and pushed for more frequent, insurance-questionable sessions. Our dynamic came to a head when Sam admitted to seductive behavior and told me she loved me.
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My Breakdown
I experienced deep emotional turmoil after Sam messed up her first attempt to handle the aftermath of her gaslighting me.
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Letter to Sam
My goodbye letter to Sam. (Spoiler, it didn’t stick, and that’s why there’s more of this blog.)
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The First Next Session
Despite my initial desire to end things, Sam persuades me to continue seeing her. What a mistake.
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An Expert Weighs In
The professional judgement of Dr. Paul Appelbaum, a world renown forensic psychologist, with opinions as to how Sam “markedly deviated” from her responsibilities as a therapist.
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Three Months of Hell
We went back to twice weekly sessions, but it only made things worse as Sam disclosed more and more, making me feel closer and closer as she both implied and explicitly spoke about our intimate relationship.
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In Which We See Each Other In Person
I visit Sam at her Watertown office to see what it would be like to be in the room with her again. It was the beginning of the end.
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How Much Gaslighting Before You Go Up In Smoke?
Our last arguments, almost, where everything became unhinged and continuing to see her became untenable.
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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.

