I have been to several therapists. The first time I was twelve and she tried to convince me I was a bused as a child when I told her I was sure that never happened she told my parents and our Priest I said that I had been molested by my brother. I told her off then I told my mom to find a real doctor and not the church appointed one. Then next child psychologist pumped me full of pills that my general doctor took me off of and all the rest were pretty must the same. They wanted me to believe I had this huge childhood trauma or they wanted me took take the meds that killed my will to do anything. Sure I stopped wanting to hurt myself but I also stopped getting out of bed.
Sorry that was a lot. Good news is I had a good day, clipped my nails short and kept my mind on much healthier outlets for my anxiety and stress.