My Stupid Little Client

I’m a tall, handsome, white male therapist with a degree from an overrated college and the world is my oyster. Unfortunately, my client is not a pearl. She’s an emotional mess and possibly stupid. Let me explain.

My client was in an abusive marriage. She felt pushed into it by her parents and an overbearing religion, but only an idiot marries a bad dude and then gets surprised when he behaves like the trash he is.

As if that wasn’t stupid enough, this little client had another bad relationship which became dangerous for her and which I helped her to navigate out of safely. She was highly anxious, and would talk too fast and too much and too excitedly during many of our sessions. Luckily I’m deeply intelligent and could keep up.

Worst of all, the client developed a big crush on me. She’s says she didn’t, but she clearly did, and let’s face it, if you ever lay eyes on me, you’ll see why. I’m a magnet for the ladies. I know I am. It’s only a problem when a client like this one who is prone to fantasy and drama makes a big deal out of it and thinks that me listening to her and acting like I care means I really do care.

As you might guess, the dramatic little client became too much to deal with. It’s clear why she has trouble with relationships with men. She’s quite energizing, this one, and pulls you in. I’m not surprised that men get taken with her, even though she’s hardly a looker. She makes you think about things in different ways and she’s an odd combination of intellectual and silly. On top of that she gives off a high sexual energy that can be fun and intoxicating. But she’s trouble, a lot of work, and an over thinker. She also gets mad when things don’t go her way.

She’s mad at me right now, a year and a half after we last spoke, as you might have gleaned from her litany of angry posts on this ridiculous blog.

I rarely regret my clients because most of them are docile and compliant and keep their obvious sexual attraction to me under control, but I regret this client. Boy, do I regret her. I want her to do the one thing she seems impossible of doing—to shut up. I’m flattered that I made such an impression on her small world that she feels compelled to write about me constantly, but enough is enough.

When I terminated my client, I did it for her own good. She was way too into me and it was getting uncomfortable. She was too demanding and getting too personal and it wasn’t working for therapy. My wise supervisor told me to terminate her in our next session so I did. Of course she blows it out of proportion and now writes post after post about how hot I am and how she loves/hates me. Isn’t that stupid? It definitely is. I tried my best with my client, and now it’s time she moved on.