Psychiatrist, actually. I was talking about the impact of my dad's alcoholism, and he tried to justify it. "He's a grown man. He can do what he wants!" I got angry, but decided to shrug it off. Then I talked about the financial burden that my mom was stuck with, as a result of my dad's drinking and reckless spending. Again, he defended it: "He can use his money however he likes." I snapped at that point. I told him that my father had a responsibility to put a roof over our heads and food on the table. I also said that my mother shouldn't have to rack up thousands of dollars of debt while he's getting wasted and totalling our car. He started shouting at me about how little I know, how my role as a woman is to not speak out against men, etc. I got fed up, so I called him a quack and walked out.
Every week she'd ask me how things had been that week, and she'd pick out something from what I said and we'd talk over that in detail. But she never seemed to recall an awful lot about the things we'd discussed before. And we never actually moved forward to doing any kind of work or... anything.
I just turned up, talked for an hour, and then left.
I ran out of coverage for the sessions after 6 months and she agreed with me at that point that I hadn't really made any progress at all and that I hadn't succeeded in changing anything really. Her only advice was "Have you tried just not thinking these thoughts?"
She recommended a particular YouTube video about mindfulness as I was leaving for the last time, but also told me I need to spend less time thinking about things and overfocusing.
I don't really know what I'm supposed to take away from that.