I saw my therapist weekly for two years. Then he let slip he’d been watching me. Had he crossed a line? He said it lightly, but I was unsettled. The trust had curdled Morwenna Ferrier Sun 3 Mar 2024 in The Guardian Just under a decade ago, I began seeing a therapist who, for reasons that will become clear, I will refer to only as James. I was in my late 20s, living in London and more stably employed than many of my friends, but…