"Then how the fuck was it supposed to sound?!" she shouts back, pausing for just a moment to turn and face me. "I trust you when you sit there and tell me over and over how unique and an individual I am, how proud you are of me, and then you tell me shit that makes me feel like I'm back in the lab! Telling me how I'm not right, how things are fucked up in my head, how I don't act as I should!"