i have a short story - well, short for me. several yrs ago i was assigned to a therapist who was less than half my age with no life experience at all. but he was really proud of that shiny new sheepskin and thought that he was god's great gift to his patients.
most of you know me well enough to know that this just doesn't work with me. so i played "spin the therapist." i usually got him so confused that he was sputtering and literally foaming at the mouth. i finally got tired of the trip to the hospital to see him so i just stopped coming. a few months later he phoned and asked if we were terminated. i told him that it worked for me.
several months later, after a botched epidural steroid injection, i was in so much pain that i tried committing suicide. glad that i'm apparently not very good at that exercise either. my wife phoned the practice to see if they could help me. the young, inexperienced, vindictive "therapist" had written in my case notes that i was opposed to receiving help. i didn't need their brand of therapy, anyway.
i hope that evryone has a great week-end.