I have an obsession with confessions. I need to spill my guys. That's not to say I always do, but when I keep things to myself they make me sick. I once tried to explain this to a therapist I went to for a while, and she evidently was not raised Catholic so she did not understand this. Not only did she not understand, but she made it plain that she thought the practice of confession, once I'd explained it to her, was perverse. And she a professional confessor! I stiffed her on my last session. Here’s another one.