When Therapists Discuss Money
Nicole Dieker

This reminds me of the time that, during a period of my life where I was having near-constant panic attacks about the stress of being a first-generation student, and working 30 hours a week, and paying rent in a stupidly expensive city, and my extreme financial precariousness and the deep-seated issues that brought up, I went for a consultation with a psychologist a friend had been seeing for years and really loved. I was 15 minutes in, barely holding back tears describing my situation, when the doctor cut me off to tell me that she cost $XXX an hour and I couldn’t afford her.

I guess I should have known that private psychologists with nice offices were expensive, but I didn’t. That was one of the first signs that my fellow-students’ lives and backgrounds and issues they saw psychologists for were very different from my own.

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