| By Aafke van Pelt | The one time I managed to render my therapist completely lost for words was when I told her I felt guilty asking anyone to be close with me, because it was “like handing someone a pile of exhausting diagnoses and telling them: ‘well, look, I never managed to love this, but perhaps you could give it a try?’”. My therapist looked genuinely sad. Perhaps a bit desperate. She was very sweet, my therapist. She really helped me. I felt a bit sorry for her. I cannot imagine I...