" Dr. G became angry at me. He started telling me that I was not his brightest, or most beautiful or sexiest patient. I didn’t know where this was coming from. I hadn’t said I wanted to be all those things (although I did). Then he asked me, “what do you know about counter-transference?” I responded that I knew it was when a therapist became involved with a patient. Dr. G became very upset. It was a Friday afternoon. He said, practically yelled, “go home Jean, go home and think about counter-transference” those are my feelings, he emphasized. I felt awful, scared, and guilty. What was I doing to this man. Not what was he doing to me. "
― , Friday I Went to Therapy, Saturday I Went Crazy: Travels Through Health, to Insanity and Back Home