Let me start this by saying that in my 20s I was so unrepentantly horny I am not sure how I functioned in my day-to-day. How I did something even as simple as hold down a little café job is absolutely beyond me. I masturbated in the walk-in a lot. But, I didn’t fuck a lot of people. To this day, I’m still selective. My vagina has a very “Oh, you wanna go out? Well, you’ve got orgasms at home.” mentality.
I understand now how completely inappropriate this former patient-doctor tryst was but at the time it was just really fucking hot. I was really fucking hot. I look at pictures of me back then and I can’t blame the guy.
When I met Dr. Ryan (43 at the time) he had an affect on me. But I didn’t want him to make me better, I wanted him to fuck me up. Like, really bad. I could barely focus during our initial therapy session. I definitely couldn’t focus on the next three I attended because that’s the kind of dumbass shit you do when you’re 21. You walk out of your psychiatrist’s office with soaked underwear and book the next one. Then you go home and furiously masturbate. I went to four appointments. And then I realized being horny for your emotions doctor could possibly sway results. I fired Dr. Ryan.