Not screamed, no. But I yelled at her more than once. And stomped my feet many times. One time when I still saw her in person, I was in quite a mood and didn't want to talk, so she suggested I do a sand tray and I told her no, I better not, because I would likely just dump the sand on the floor and start it completely from scratch because that's how I felt that she was trying to do to me... dump me out and start me from scratch.... she didn't miss a beat, said she would go find some big plastic bags we could spread out on the floor so I could do that! I didn't, of course. But how awesome that she would have let me. Thanks for this thread, I hadn't thought about that particular session in a long time and it's one more reminder of what an awesome t I had!!