The Infuriating Irony of Concealing Therapy
Until I conducted my survey of older Americans this summer, I was convinced I was an exception when I went to cognitive behavioral therapy at the age of 36.
I grew up in northern New England during the 1980s when ‘therapy’ was something you mockingly laughed at while watching a W…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Homo Imaginari to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.