Depletion, that sounds like a nightmare in every way.

I had to leave the therapy framework and vocabulary to understand my bad therapy, particularly since the therapist team insisted the conflicts were all my problem, all my transference.

And that was by looking at the therapy relationship alongside what would be my reactions in everyday life. Were they--rude. Were they highhanded? Did they disrespect me? Were they dismissive and insistent on their viewpoints? Check, check, check, check. Were they acting out of my bests interests or their vanity? Were they controlled and professional, or out of control and emotional?

Additionally I had to look at their control on me and how that evolved. Their promises, actual and implied, their rules, their control of the narrative, had a large effect on how I related to them.

Events were extremely confusing because my therapists insisted the rupture was all because of my transference, and they thought my "cure" would be my realizing their correctness and my "distortions."

My transference certainly magnified my hurt and bewilderment. But I had real responses to real events.