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Save scumming is the only way I can tolerate games like this. For as awesome as the game is (very awesome) sometimes consequences fall within the range of acceptability and sometimes they don’t. When they don’t, save scumming is what keeps me from putting the game down for good.
I’d be interested in petting doggos and hanging out if that’s what you mean by tailored, but not any traditional therapy. Going affects my employment opportunities, which I care about far more than my mental health. If I wanted to not suffer everyday of my life I’d shift my priorities, expectations, push my boundaries or off myself. Since I haven’t done those things yet, things must be fine enough.
I would have a very bad opinion of any version of myself that was happy or content while being aware of all the terrible things we human beings get up to.
The only way I could be convinced to genuinely engage with therapy is if I thought it’d achieve some material goal of mine like making more money. Proving some positive correlation in earnings or attainment of things that men normally want with therapy would probably help. I’d reluctantly go and commit completely if I thought it’d significantly improve the likelihood of achieving my current or future goals. No dogs necessary at that point, just data.