ABSTRACT
Little progress was made with the first (male) therapist. This was more my fault than anybody else's. I had started playing a game with him, to see if he was as clever as he thought he was. He wasn't going to catch me out or trip me up with his questions — I could not be defined so easily. He didn't understand that I was unique in my suffering! This had not instilled much faith in me and I wondered whether I could be helped by any kind of psychotherapy at all. However, I did feel more at ease in Gabrielle's company.
