I decided I wanted to go to therapy as a teenager and, after a few sessions, she suggested I bring in the whole family. So, after much negotiation and being yelled at, my dad agreed and drove all of us to a session. My therapist had me sit there and say everything that I felt. Then it was my sad's turn-- he lied through the roof! Oscar worthy performance! He said he felt do sad that he had a daughter who was a pathological liar and that he was so glad I was getting help for MY problem and he wanted to help get me treatment so I would no longer disrupt the family! He also over-medicated my mother before the session so she was a zombie (not manic like usual) and he would say "don't you agree?" And she'd just nod. My therapist believed my dad over me and, next session, she said we change the focus of therapy to my lying problem! Obviously, I quit and I was not allowed to find a new T. It was awful! I pretty much lost faith that day that I would ever be able to get anyone to see the truth of the situation, have anyone b on my side, or support me. It was the loneliest I've bet felt.