My therapist is a real person

Date: 1/12/2025

I was invited to a cabin for the weekend, I believe by some frso people, but I didn’t really know anyone that well. When I get to the cabin, I see that my therapist was there. We had to act as if we didn’t know each other, but in joining some conversations I got to know more information about her. That she was a Russian Libyan refugee and was in a secret chapter of frso, which was part of this larger underground socialist organization. Obviously she was never able to tell me about it before because it was secret and as my therapist she has to not talk about her life with me too much. Later we had to address the potential dual relationship so we got secret coffee in her apartment and she told me that she can still be my therapist but we have to act like we don’t know each other.