That was the problem with the guy who was on about my clothes and everything. He worked for the school, and I didn't want to see him because I thought he was full of himself and too concerned about liability to be doing anything effective. But he wanted me to see him and he had all this stuff that was apparently evidence of how disturbed I was, even though a lot of it was just stuff like how I dressed. So he could basically order me around because I was too afraid to push back. I tried to talk to his boss and got told I must be misinterpreting things because of my mental illness.
That's why I don't want to see professionals anymore. Because if you do end up with the bad ones they won't let you stop seeing them without telling people things about you. And no one will believe you that they're the problem.
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