You need to stop blaming yourself. Obviously I am too far gone for you to help me, and even though I know you're just as far, I'm going to do everything to help you.

Besides, you didn't do this to me. You know what did this to me? Years of rigorous gymnastics and ballet training. And I mean years. About twenty something years.

And you know who put that on me? An awful man named Jerome. It has nothing to do with you.

[In a way, this was therapy. He constantly blamed himself for what his stepfather had done to him. Now him insisting it wasn't his doubles fault was saying it wasn't hos own fault. It actually felt very good.]