The obsessions of teachers, therapists, and activists with "fixing" me.

Teachers, therapists, activists: all of them try to “enlighten” me by changing me, by making me devote myself to their ideas. Every word that leaves my mouth is perceived by them as data to be “corrected.” The concern with “healing” kills communication; yet from the very start I never established any mutual communication with them anyway. They keep me captive and do to me what they want. But they do not know—and will not know—that in my inner world they cannot be permanent; that, like stones thrown into the water, they sink to the bottom and vanish; and that their behavior only makes this ocean within me even more devouring.