Ha @Joannie. Given the quantity of gold jewellery on display, money would be a consideration. There was a brief foray into perception of power, or, in my case powerlessness.
My dilemma is that previously I've been able to think, fight or f%*# myself out of trouble or into a position of power. Not options that are currently available. Shocked? You shouldn't be. Thus have humans, and animals, behaved, forever.
The numpty appeared quite confronted that I would admit using sex, or my appearance, as a tool. Using my pysicality or intellect was sort of OK, though, apparently I need to dial down my desire to slap fools. That I wasn't born old sick and verging on disabled did not seem to compute. That I was ripping my way through a wild and wide life before they were even, as grandma used to say, 'a gleam in your daddas' eye' wasn't considered.
This person is supposed to be a mental health professional. Pursed lips and disaproving body language coupled with the 'I can prescribe this pill' attitude made me turn norty. That Poor Woman makes me a cup of tea and talks about nesting behaviour in birds when I get aerated. Phhffft.