I hope somebody understands me..~
Sorry for the vent but this HAS to come out.
My psychologist was usually the one person that I actually couldn't wait to see because I could talk to her and she was the one who I could trust... well, yesterday that had to fucking change. I told her about a very important figure in my life, Doug. He's been there for me more than my dad has been.
She was like "Well that's kind of a lot, no? We've seen each other for 12 visits and you never told me about Doug before. Why would you tell me that you talk to him about anything if you never mentioned him before?"
She said I was being too dependent on people and that it seems to her like I pretend that I'm helpless because I want others to worry for me. It pisses me off. I have a life and the reason I told him is because I've known him since elementary school and like, he's been there for me more than my father has. I trust him with anything. And he trusts me with anything, too. She doesn't get it.
He's been my male role-model