Turns Out Sam Faked Her Notes

If you wondered about Sam's honesty while I saw her, wait until you see what I discovered when my attorney requested her notes.

The Last Waltz

I make my exit and never speak to her again afterwards.

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.

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.

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.

The First Next Session

Despite my initial desire to end things, Sam persuades me to continue seeing her. What a mistake.

Letter to Sam

My goodbye letter to Sam. (Spoiler, it didn't stick, and that's why there's more of this blog.)

My Breakdown

I experienced deep emotional turmoil after Sam messed up her first attempt to handle the aftermath of her gaslighting me.

“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.

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.