Theraped

He didn't even help me open the door on my way out when I was having difficulties. I also thought he was going to say he didn't think I should do it. He kept asking me what I thought of psych - why didn't I have lots of questions, 'you're very accepting'. When I tried to explain that I was finding it hard to think of what to say but I had read books and talked about it to people, he chided me that I had to bring my whole self with me for these kind of things. "How will you cope looking deeply at yourself?" I went bright red and jut wanted to cry! Then there were all his questions about why I wanted to do it - he didn't accept my answer of "I hope it might help me, my problems, etc" - "Surely you learned about this in sociology?" I managed to get to a "I used to think it was society that had the most effect on people but I now think it's important to look within as well". I'm sure he harrumphed when I said this. Also, I really couldn't answer all his questions about what was it exactly that I liked about my most recent therapy... erm i dunno er it made me feel uncomfortable erm i er ah em. He then told me that I'm accepted for it! (after all that horribleness) then he launched into "why don't you have many questions about this when you're about to start very intensive therapy?

Big house in a nice leafy street though.