“But isn’t there like emotional abuse?” I asked. “There is,” he said, completely noncommittal. “Do you feel that you’ve been emotionally abused by the staff here?” “Oh my God,” I said, throwing my hands in the air, feeling every bit as dramatic as I was acting. “I just told you all about it—the whole fucking purpose of this place is to make us hate ourselves so that we change. We’re supposed to hate who we are, despise it.”
