"Professional" lard buckets piss me off so much. Rant. I'm livid right now, forgive me if is somewhat disjointed.  Long story short, I just came from a two week residential program for substance abuse.  Yay addiction, but at least I recognize I have a problem and am doing something about it.  Fuck you again fatties.  Anyway, my counselor was a ham.  About 5'4" and probably pushing 250-300 easy.  As far as substance abuse counseling went, she was mediocre to passable, and in any event better than nothing.  But after our first couple of sessions she got it into her head that I had some sort of body image/eating disorder, and she started focusing on that.  Now I'll be the first to admit, I need to gain some weight.  At my height, I could put on at least 30 pounds and still be in the low end of the normal BMI scale.  I'm working on it, but if any of you have experience with addiction, you know that eating take a back row seat to whatever your drug of choice is.  Small steps. Anyway, her evidence: I weighed myself every couple of days.  I went running every few days. I usually just ate a salad with some protein for dinner rather than the main course.  Fuck me for caring about my health, but the last time I checked, that's why I'm here, right?  But nooooo, I'm obssesed with losing weight.  That's why I weigh myself.  I run not to stay in shape, but as a form of purging. She coupled that with the fact that I smoke cigarettes, so obviously I don't care about being healthy, plus, smoking is an appetite suppressant, so that's why I do it.  Fuck that.  I know, I know, I should quit.  But again, for those of you with addictions, giving up one thing at a time is more than enough work for right now, I'm still learning!  And the dinner thing.  The food was good, but more often than not was something involving gravy or sauce, or a cheese based Italian dish.  So I moderate, and try to keep track of what I'm putting in my body. So these are minor annoyances, but whatever.  I can deal with it, like I said she otherwise wasn't a terrible counselor.  Fuck her for thinking I'm going to take any kind of diet advice from a landwhale though.  Here's where I really start to get pissed.  We set up a meeting with my mom so she can get an idea of my progress and make plans for what I should do when I get out.  She wants to talk about everything, but I want to focus solely on my addiction prognosis.  I don't want to give my parents any more reason to worry, especially based on a delusional beast's opinions. Great, she agrees, she legally can't discuss anything that I don't ok. Meeting day comes, everything is going well, we all agree that I'm making progress, come up with a good aftercare plan, everyone's happy.  But no. She turns to me, says "shrinkydinks, in the interest of full disclosure, it's important that we're all on the same page, and all the issues have been discussed, are you sure we've covered everything?" I stare her down, say yes I am sure.  Of course now my mom is worried and wants to know what's going on. I say I don't know what the fat cunt is talking about, and she believes me, everything is fine.  Strike one, but again, no huge deal, no real harm. But oh no, she's not done fucking with me.  I get discharged, everyone agrees that the program had its intended effect, I can go forth and continue with my recovery.  Now, I'm on medical leave for this semester in order to deal with my problems.  Part of the deal I have with my university is that I need documentation of treatment in order to return as a student in good standing. She won't write me a fucking letter. She is literally refusing to give evidence that I successfully completed treatment to address my substance abuse problem because I won't agree that I have an eating disorder. She is actively jeopardizing my entire career and future because I refuse to agree with the misinformed delusions of a fat sack of shit.  I am so beyond irate.  I've been calling her every day, but she never seems to be in. She's the senior therapist/counselor, fuck that. She has not heard the end of this, I will end her.  Or at least get her in trouble. Blah.  Sorry for the rant, but the more I type, the angrier I get. Thanks for reading! TL;DR:  Fat waste is typically delusional, potentially ruining my entire future.  She will go down!