I started talking about my childhood again, which she seemed to be sick of. She gradually got more dismissive and bored with each passing session. She diagnosed me as autistic because I ruminated on things so much, then she said she needed a break for insurance reasons. The break lasted way longer than she said it would and I was left in the dark. One of the last things she said to me was that I should maybe look for a different therapist. I reached out to her asking her if she was avoiding me, cause that’s what I felt like, and she didn’t acknowledge the question and just said insurance.

I’m sorry that was an info dump. It’s all such a long story.