It was an absolute shock because up until I found out he was a Trump supporter everything about him - his bearing, his words, his behavior - all seemed like a perfectly decent guy who genuinely cares about people. He saved my life, mentored me, helped me manage the process of ending my homelessness and going to college. I felt so betrayed when I tried to tell him how awful Trump was and he told me that was just democrat propaganda and I shouldn’t fall for it. I was willing to let it slide because I was in no position to lose my therapist, but after he outright refused to do his job, I had to ask myself why I was still tolerating his presence in my life. I’m glad I did the right thing and managed to pull through without him.