“Who is it? The name of your analyst.”

Wonderful how the unexpected always throws us. I was prepared for anything but a simple question like that. I had equipped myself with all possible kinds of false identifications and labels but the name of an analyst wasn’t amongst them. It had never occurred to me that anyone would come out like that and demand the name of an analyst; it was too terribly personal. On top of the confusion I was shocked, really shocked, and I indicated as much.

“I—I don’t think I ought to tell, should I? Isn’t it sort of like breaking the Hipocratic oath? You know, like if it’s all right for me to go around blabbing his name, then it’s all right for him to go around blabbing mine. And everything about me. See what I mean?”