A good one will not. The first therapist I saw was not a good one. She had been angling for me to tell her my childhood name. I finally relented some months later (she was persistent), but begged her to never use it. Some time later, she did, and the sly smile on her face when I was triggered told me that she very much wanted to test it out. I felt betrayed. We did not last long after that.
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