When my attorney requested my therapist's session notes, what we found was that she had falsified them. Here's what that looked like.
Turns Out Sam Faked Her Notes
Category: Includes Primary Material
This post includes primary material, such as texts, emails, or Sam’s notes.
In Which We See Each Other In Person
After months of video sessions, I drove to her office in Connecticut to see what it would be like to be in the room with her again. It was the beginning of the end.
An Expert Weighs In
Dr. Paul Appelbaum, one of the country's leading forensic psychiatrists, reviewed the evidence and concluded my therapist had markedly deviated from her professional obligations.
Letter to Sam
I wrote my therapist a goodbye letter. It didn't stick — which is why there are 14 more chapters after this one.
My Breakdown
What a nervous breakdown actually looks and feels like from the inside, triggered not by a life event but by the person who was supposed to prevent one.
“I love You. I am Deeply Immersed With You.” — Sam
My therapist told me she loved me. She said we needed to figure out what we were going to do. What I did was have a nervous breakdown.
In Which I Have Two Dreams
I was a vivid dreamer. My therapist was a prolific note-taker of my dreams. After months of pushing about our "connection," she finally appeared in two of them.