The Dangers of the Therapeutic Relationship I had my first therapist at the age of 6 after my parents’ divorce. My mom says she did it as a kind of preventive measure. She wanted to make sure I wasn’t scarred.  Yeah, we got to play with toys, but we had different agendas. My therapist wasn’t a playmate. She was the observer, and I was the observed. Like the male gaze, this is … [Read more...]