Back to the Couch

Imagine you're a new mother and your baby cries more than she sleeps. You're worn out, which doctors misdiagnose as postnatal depression. Along comes a psychiatrist who promises to make you feel better. Ignoring the impact of a difficult baby, he sheets home your troubles to repressed feelings of resentment toward your mother. His methods seem odd. He tucks your hair behind your ears, dries your tears and hugs you. He suggests walks on which he holds your hand and spills about his own life. One time, out of nowhere, he asks you what your clitoris looks like, and another time...