After requesting my notes.

I honestly don't know what to make of his reply. 

All I can be sure of is that he clearly has no wish to understand what might have been harmful in his approach, therefore he has no intention of asking himself what he could do to improve. 

I'm fortunate to have had this experience, and rest assured I would not treat any client as he treated m. If someone wanted me as a therapist to help them reach resolution I'd be negligent not to step up and do my best. 

 I'm saying that his conduct breaks our ethical code. 

Now I don't know which of us is right - there are many FUBAR theories in psychotherapy. But you gentle reader can read my account and decide what you think. I am sorry that we don't have the whole thing, it would be better to have his point of view too. This is the best I can do. 

And to be honest I felt threatened by his reply. I don't know what I am actually dealing with here.

In the 14/2/22 session I had promised him 'confidentiality' but I now see that promise as desperation and panic on my part. Helping him to hide this, isn't something I should do. Secrecy should be blown to bits. 

I will now hit publish on our sessions, all the words are from source, transcribed from audio recordings which I've now deleted (except for three).

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