After questioning you about how you can never seem to be an adult about things and would rather ignore an argument that we were having rather then solving it, you told me, "That's why I'm so fucked up." I, without understanding at all what you meant asked, "What the fuck are you talking about?" You responded with, "Peter Pan Syndrome. I started showing symptoms of it after my uncle shot himself. It really makes me feel stupid. After you mentioned your uncle who shot his brains out in your front yard, I immediately felt guilty. "I'm sorry." I said profusely. Until I looked up Peter Pan Syndrome. Ahh, alas. The "syndrome" in which one believes that you can never and must never grow up. Also, a "syndrome" that is not listed in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, and is not recognized by the American Psychiatric Association as a mental disorder. Upon realizing this information, I asked you if you have ever received counseling to help with your symptoms. You informed me that you had for two years. I responded by saying, "Perhaps you should consider going back to counseling to help you more with your symptoms, since they make you feel stupid." You then confessed that they reason you stopped going was because no one could offer you more advice. Also that you didn't want to go back.
From here I realized that you're going to keep using this "syndrome" to continue to act like a 12-year-old. With this, I hate to inform you, you are going to have a hard time keep [THIS WRITER EXCEEDED THE 300 WORD LIMIT.]
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