While writing in a recent thread about counseling, it dawned on me that in earlier posts, I lambasted therapists as evil yet I was elevating the joint counseling experience as a great opportunity.
My first encounter with the psycho-babble industry was terrible. My gender rocking activities were discerned as unnecessary baggage to carry through life that I was burdened with by my doting overbearing mother. Typical Freudian garbage.
Now, once or twice a year, I'm invited to accompany my wife to her therapist. The MD is trained in and handles clients with gender concerns. Many arrive emulating their gender of choice which makes for an interesting waiting room. Anyway, these sessions are fabulous. There's an air of acceptance and understanding and balance. Our relationship benefits from the encounters.
So, do you have a good therapist, bad therapist story?