Session notes
Delilah Appointment Two
Client Name: Delilah P. Darling
Therapist: Rhys Hartwell, LMFT
Session Type: Individual, In-office (Court-Mandated)
Setting: Individual, In-office
Presenting Issue:
Client continues treatment under court order following a series of documented behavioral incidents involving boundary violations, relational instability, and inappropriate conduct with former partner.
Client self-initiated participation in anger management and group therapy in addition to her court-mandated sessions.
Session Summary:
Client presented in a flirtatious and provocative manner, consistent with prior session.
Opened the session by redirecting focus to another client (identified as “Jett”), whom she states she met in group therapy and subsequently pursued romantically.
She disclosed several behaviors with implications for boundary violations, including following this individual to work, joining a class he teaches, and engaging in sexual activity on the premises.
When redirected to therapeutic goals, client offered further disclosures regarding another individual (“Benji,” identified as building security staff).
Client describes strong emotional attachment to this person and admits to behaviors that include gifting a GPS tracking device, copying a house key without consent, and leaving personal items in or near his home.
These actions raise concerns about ongoing issues with impulse control, stalking behavior, and a disregard for personal boundaries and legal constraints.
Client additionally referenced a third party (“Chad”) with whom she had a conflict in a gym parking lot. She did not deny physical aggression but minimized the incident and framed her actions as defensive and emotionally justified.
Client was intermittently cooperative but often shifted the conversation through provocative language, sexually charged jokes, and attempts to redirect the therapist’s attention.
However, moments of apparent emotional vulnerability emerged when discussing feelings of insecurity in current romantic pursuits and fear of rejection.
These suggest a potential opportunity for deeper therapeutic work if trust and consistency can be established.
Intervention:
Therapist maintained firm boundaries and guided client back to core topics when redirected. Client was assigned continued journaling with a specific focus on her relationship with Benji, including emotional motivations, perceived reciprocity, and awareness of appropriate relational boundaries.
Therapist emphasized the legal implications of non-consensual surveillance and key duplication. Education around consent, emotional regulation, and accountability was introduced.
Therapist provided client with direct crisis contact information to support safety planning, under the understanding that it be used for emergencies only.
Clinical Impressions:
High verbal fluency and social intelligence.
Persistent use of sexualized or performative behavior to assert control or avoid vulnerability.
Emerging capacity for emotional insight, particularly in relation to current attachment figures.
Continued evidence of boundary confusion, impulsivity, and potential Cluster B traits.
Client displays an internal conflict between genuine emotional needs and maladaptive coping mechanisms.
Appears highly attuned to perceived rejection or abandonment, which may drive escalating behaviors.
Next Steps:
Continue monitoring for escalation in boundary-violating behavior.
Explore family and developmental history to better understand attachment dynamics.
Utilize journaling content as a bridge to build emotional insight and redirect focus away from performance.
Maintain strong therapeutic boundaries and provide psychoeducation on healthy relationship models.
Encourage participation in group therapy with an emphasis on reflection over performance.
Clinical Shitshow
Private Notes – Session 2: Delilah P. Darling
For destruction. Probably via fire. Or drowning. Or swallowing.
Location: My office. Again.
Duration: 60 minutes. Felt like edging for fifty-nine.
Mood: Professionally fucked
She walked in like she owns the building. The country. My cock.
Skirt shorter than last time. Legs crossed high enough to make God leave the room. She sat like temptation had a certification and came with silk stockings and lipstick designed to make men forget where they parked their souls.
And I saw it. I didn’t look. But I saw.
I am a professional. I am a therapist. I am a man with a license and a folder full of ethics. But my dick has apparently seceded from the union and filed a motion to serve her immediately.
And my brain, my very qualified, deeply trained, trauma-informed, PhD-earned brain, imagined bending her over my desk so fast my diploma falls off the wall.
She offered me chocolate.
I said no. Which should qualify me for sainthood or at least an honorary cold shower from the Vatican.
She sucked it like she wanted me to picture her mouth around something else. I did. I do. I’m still doing it.
Then she started talking about Jett. As if that was safer. As if hearing about her getting fingered in a parking lot by a man I know would somehow help.
She said it flatly. Like a weather report. “Then he fingered me on the motorcycle.”
I should not know that. My body should not have reacted to that.
She mentioned Benji next. Security. Six-four. Kind. Curls.
I should be relieved. I’m not. I feel like I’m being fucking hunted by my own jealousy, which is inappropriate and wildly unethical.
She lit up when she spoke about him. Glowed. And it was the first real thing she gave me today.
She copied his house key. Tracked his location. Left gifts for his ex. Which is criminal, unhinged, and hot.
I keep telling myself she’s just a client. A case file with legs. A walking DSM entry with impeccable taste in skirts and candy.
But I want to ruin her carefully.
Not fuck her. Ruin her. So thoroughly she forgets who touched her before me.
She said she’s “moved on” to Benji, Jett… and me.
I’m next. She’s collecting us.
She believes I’ll give in.
She’s not wrong. I’m one whisper away from fucking this entire career across the arm of that couch.
And when she left, she brushed against me. Said she didn’t want to face this alone. That he might love her.
And I wanted to be the man she said that about. Not the therapist. Not the rulebook. The man.
I gave her my number. It was a mistake.
God help me.
She’s real. She’s relentless. And I’m not immune.