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The femoid clinical psychologist who hated me

General Alek

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When I was in a nuthouse in 2012, there was a clinical psychologist there who hated me

A freshfaced blueeyed young girl named Rebecca Murphy

She was dainty and quiet and soft and feminine

She always wore skirts and dresses

She glared the fires of hell into my eyes every time she saw me, and spoke to me with furious hatred in her voice

Chartered Clinical Psychologists are held to massively high professional standards btw

She was risking her career doing that

I was just that much of a truecel
 
General Alek said:
When I was in a nuthouse in 2012, there was a clinical psychologist there who hated me

A freshfaced blueeyed young girl named Rebecca Murphy

She was dainty and quiet and soft and feminine

She always wore skirts and dresses

She glared the fires of hell into my eyes every time she saw me, and spoke to me with furious hatred in her voice

Chartered Clinical Psychologists are held to massively high professional standards btw

She was risking her career doing that

I was just that much of a truecel
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She runs her own business now

Her business has a website with her contact details on it

I left a message on her website explaining how I felt about her

A week later I checked back, and her contact details had been removed from the website
 
She seemed to really dislike me, which had a terrible effect on my growing mind. She gave me no empathy or compassion. She did not have a positive regard for me. She did all the talking and wouldn't let me speak. She gave me no therapeutic relationship or bond. Yet she did seem to have a really good bond with her female clients. I really ached about it. I really wondered why. I longed for her sympathy and affection. That would've been effective therapy. I planned that I would ask her why she hated me the last time I ever saw her. But I didn't know that the last time I saw her was going to be the last time I would ever see her. So I never got to ask her. When I look back at the last time she ever saw me, she never gave me any positive regard even then. She never gave me any attention that I liked. She never gave me a tight feminine handshake or a soft murphy cuddle. She never even said goodbye. She had the temperament and the ability to really take care of me if she wanted to. I always wonder if my mind would've turned out differently if she had cared for me.
 
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