Puerile adolescent revenge fantasy… and I mean that as a description and a compliment. The narrator, a teenage girl going through all the feels, turns the tables on old Sigmund’s member. She videotapes it all, then a shadowy male figures pursue her for the SD card. The technology feels dated now, when every patient on the psych ward carries their own camera. So does the concern about psychoanalysis too, when everyone fantasizes about someone spending that much time listening to you. The real trouble is that while the “teen ID hero” gets her punches in, she ultimately remains trapped in the world for which Sigmund fitted her.