Youâre a steaming pile of shit. I wish so badly that I could erase all my memories I spent in your suffocating office. My mother told me that if I had nothing nice to say, to donât say anything at all. So Iâll spare you from ever reading this. But I gotta get this out. And I want validation from strangers on the internet. So here we go...
Youâre a steaming pile of shit. I really mean that. Youâre transmisogynystic and planted those transmisogynystic ideas into me. Beliefs I never held. Thanks... NOT. Youâre also fucking TERFy and transphobic as all get out. Why did you make fun of my Stand-to-pee? Why did you insist on telling me I was a woman and that my gender identity was just a âsignâ for âinternalized misogynyâ?Â
I will never forget that horrible poem you read to me. And how you warped the context of that poem. You took a beautiful poem, written by a black woman born into slavery, and tried to apply it to my gender dysphoria. Go fuck yourself. Seriously. My brain still sometimes quotes that poem, in your voice, âAinât I a womanâ, when I am misgendered. Almost as if to say, to trick me, into thinking Iâm not who I am, that I really am a woman, just because I was born with a fucking vagina and I happened to tell you about it.
Youâre. A. Steaming. Pile. Of. Goddamn. Shit! Every session, EVERY FUCKING SESSION... I left... and wept in my car for upwards to an hour before I could drive home. Therapy shouldnât wreck you like that. Not every time. Not as often. There was never aftercare. You fucking suck at your job. Iâve had SOOOOO many other therapists after your sorry ass that knew when to stop, when to stop probing, when to check in with me. You never did that. You kept digging, and digging, and DIGGING!!!!!Â
Until there was only a shred of me left.Â
Dangling from my inner fruit tree.
That you would pluck.
And eat.
Tear my flesh away to get to the sweet bits.
And then toss my core to the ground.
But guess what? Just like a discarded acorn, I shall regrow into a bigger, meaner, thicker, stronger tree. You fuck!Â
Thereâs so much... that happened in your office... but I wonât say it here.
But I will say this:Â
YOU ARE A STEAMING PILE OF SHIT!
Sincerely,
fake-cool-kid