Let me tell yall' a story. I realized I haven't told this one here yet. Well, sit down and get comfy, this is a long one. So, starting from the top, I first met my therapist when I was 12, bc I was having problems in school with friends and such, not lgbt related yet. She seemed nice, I got to know her, she helped me vent and stuff, and by 14, I actually looked forward to appointments with her. After contemplating about it for a very long time, I made the decision to tell her I had feelings for a man. Bad choice. She seemed to understand, so I went further on, telling her about the guy I met, and how we like eachother and all that, and I even showed her a few pictures of us. I asked her if she could do some thinking on if I should officially call him my boyfriend, which included having sex. She said she would think about it and do 'research' whatever that meant. After each session of therapy, my mom goes in after I come out and talks to the Dr about the session. I had asked her not to mention my boyfriend to my mother, assuming that's how dr patient privilege works. All of the sudden, my mom was silent all the way home, and when she was collecting my laundry in my room, she shut the door and looked at me. She looked right in my eyes and said, "do you think you are gay?" I was trapped. I didn't know what to say, so since I still got aroused when I thought of women, I said, "I think I like both..... so.. yes?" She forced me to come out, I had no choice. Next therapy session I asked dr. S if she had ratted on me, and she said mom has the right to know. It was here I declared that I will hate her forever, and I never wanted to see her again. I never went back to therapy. 2 months ago, in present time, my father, who lives up north, so I never see him, told me Julia lost her job. He said she contacted him and told him to "tell Kevin I'm sorry". I don't want your apology, I wanted your word. During that last therapy session she also mentioned how my boyfriend would leave me after he got me to have sex with him, and break my heart. well, you see how that turned out, me and my boyfriend will have been together 2 years now this easter. I told my father to tell her she was wrong about everything and to go to hell. Did I go to far? Was she somehow justified? Anyone please give your thoughts. Thanks for reading if you got this far.