Dear Sally
You were a counselor at Southern Arizona Mental Health. Do you remember me? I remember you. You had such an impact on my life. You abandoned me as a client. Our last discussion made you angry. You had conversations with my mother. My mother was a patsy for abuse. You ended the counseling relationship without giving me a referral. I never knew this until I received my degree in human services. Before that, I thought you were a “mean” counselor.
I am going to be quick and to the point. You should be ashamed of yourself. I had an abusive mother, I was leaving the Jehovah’s Witnesses (JW), and I lost all my JW friends as a result. I had no one in which to confide. I also had undiagnosed autism. So navigating the world was already difficult. You should be very ashamed of yourself. I am now studying to be a mental health counselor. The more I learn, I realize how you should be ashamed. This letter is on the Internet and will stay there forever. You owe me an apology. I know you are not a counselor anymore. You are a nurse (or at least were). It is a good thing because what you did made you a bad, bad girl. I am now studying to be a mental health counselor. I know. This letter will be uploaded to the internet and will stay there for the rest of your life.
