Once again, I agree. Back in the day, it was considered a privilege to be given an opportunity to “indulge” in psychoanalysis, a privilege that was extended to — for lack of better words — only the “chosen” few. And I have to admit that I bought it in its entirety.
Not that I didn’t learn about myself, I did, but since my father was paying for my treatment, he could decide to end it when I didn’t change to his satisfaction; he did. So I was forced to walk away after only being opened for exploratory surgery (my favorite comparison), and then sewn back up again without performing the bypass (the most important part).