Many years ago I went to a T that my parents were also seeing. At the very first appointment, he kept trying to get me to say something that was NOT true, so I refused to say it, and told him it was bull**** and got up and walked out. I never went back. He was a jerkwad.
I never walked out on current t when we met in person, but one time during a phone session I got mad and hung up on her. Sort of the same thing, I guess. It was awful and I felt wretched for days until I finally got up the nerve to call her and apologize. We mended that little rift pretty quickly and our therapy relationship is stronger for it now.
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