Love is like raindrops, hard to break, and the more you think about it, the more messy it becomes.
I'm a psychological counselor.
Most of the people who come to me have a common label: abnormal sexual orientation.
A man who has become a hollow man between his wife and his parents;
The boy who trembled when he saw a white coat after being sent for "treatment";
Girls who are scolded on both sides between the lala circle and the straight girl circle;
A boy caught in the "straight man's trap";
…
What they don't know is——
The man sitting opposite them also asked himself the same question late at night:
"Am I sick?"
I don't tell them "you're right" or "you're wrong."
I just sat there and listened to them say things they had never said to anyone.
This is my job and my practice.
Because there is also my shadow in their stories.
"I thought I was here to cure a disease, but later I found out that the disease was in the world."
(The stories in this book are purely fictional, and all cases are literary creations and do not represent real consultation records. Any similarities are purely coincidental.)
Purpose: self-identity
