Dr. Letterman was the worst!
He was the first psychologist I was brought to when I started refusing to go to school in seventh grade. Even as a petulant 12 year old I knew this guy was a moron. Every single thing I mentioned seemed to be the root of my problems according to him.
Dr. Idiot: What did you have for breakfast?
Andy: Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
Dr. Idiot: How does that make you feel?
Andy: Full.
Dr. Idiot: Do you think you eat sugar because you're upset about your father leaving?
At this point if I'd had a lighter on me I would have been setting his twelve trillion certificates aflame. Then we'd really have some things to discuss. Well he was convinced that my addiction to video games was a yearning to escape reality because of my inability to deal with the real world and while that almost makes sense, it would have been better if he didn't think that my habit of breathing was brought on by misplaced anger as well.
Since I clearly hated him, he showed me pictures of Stanford which I enjoyed and I decided I wanted to go there briefly. This made me like him for four minutes until he started explaining that if I kept up my behavior, I would never go to Stanford. Even at my worst, I was able to be reasonable enough with my mother to get her to agree that this guy was never going to help. We found some new doctors after that.
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