Okay, then, yes, that was therapy. ::grins:: I saw a nice, forty-ish woman at Kaiser Permanente once in her office, and then in a sort of...well, I guess it was a kind of playroom for kids seeing shrinks. Again, I was really quite young, so I'm fuzzy on the details. She asked me questions, I answered them, and then she decided I didn't actually need therapy--I just needed to be removed from an unhealthy non-familial enviornment--so we stopped going.

I don't suppose that helps much? But, it's what I can remember.