My Therapist's Referral Was His Brother
She said I needed a specialist for intimacy issues. The specialist had her last name and the same eyes.
Dr. Ellis ended sessions with homework. "Try a sensuality specialist," she said, sliding a card.
Adam Ellis, LMFT. Brother, I learned at intake when family photos lined his shelf.
Ethics boards would have opinions. My body had others.
Sessions became exercises in breath and touch that never should have crossed clinic doors. We stopped billing insurance. Started billing motels.
I still see Dr. Ellis monthly. We do not speak of Adam. We both know anyway.
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