Therapist: I just can't see (topic was gender) in you.
Me: Like you could see someone's self concept ever.
Therapist: You must allow me to touch you if you want to stay in.
Me: I didn't know you were that quick willing to end in an ER.
Therapist: Why do you not want to talk about your childhood?
Me: Because I'm here to drag my ass out of flashbacks so I can sort my current shite, and right now, you're in my way.
Therapist: Where are you going.
Me: Out. Getting fresh air. Didn't want to drop you off this building, it has a nice view, so I'm out, enjoying the sun.
Therapist: Why don't you want to go into that therapeutic commune, it'd do you good.
Me: I hear the word 'commune' and my skin crawled.
Therapist: Who of you is so jittery, I just asked a question.
Me: All of us. We asked you to not trigger us about that very topic. So I'm removing us, for your safety, it'll never be 'just a question'. If I ask people to not question me about something, I bloody mean it. I don't care how simple and non personal it is TO YOU.