When it was determined that I needed a psychologist, at the ripe old age of eight, my mother seemed filled with pride and joy. It was the 70’s, after all, and not only was she in counseling, but for the most part so were her colleagues, friends, and the community at large. As a kid from Los Angeles, “therapy” was as much a verb as a noun and “being in analysis” or “seeing your shrink” was considered sort of a cool thing to do.

