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NEW YORK (JTA)—For my bar mitzvah, my parents got me a laptop. For what I searched for on it, they got me a shrink. CyberSitter informed my computer-savvy parents that their son was searching gay porn. On the ride to my first therapy session, I stuck my head out the car window wanting to be anywhere else. We caracoled along northern New Jersey’s winding streets to a shoddy home office. The rabbi turned doctor had me sit in his living room as he lectured on what was and was not natural. The dry... Full story