It’s very disconcerting to see a familiar face on the street, smile in recognition just in case, then realize it’s your old psychologist. The smile turns into a wait, now I know where I know him from and I think it’s inappropriate. The cardinal rule of any kind of group therapy setting: you do not know each other outside of session.
(who know what happens to those that break it…I have visions of a kind of group therapy Mob, only, instead of sending you to sleep with the fishes, they’ll make you talk about and analyze your most intimate problems with total strangers for an indefinite amount of time. On crappy folding chairs that have to be arranged in a perfect circle so you get the right dynamics. And they won’t let up until you cry.
No, I am not a fan.)