Jeanette Winterson, My Therapist, and Me

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When I was fifteen, recently dropped out of high school, and in love (with another girl) for the first time, I told my mother that I wanted a therapist. “A lesbian therapist,” I specified. My mother, herself a psychotherapist, set out to find one. It would not be the first time I’d go to therapy, […]

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