I found therapy harmful, but for different reasons than you discuss. They encouraged me to idolize them, pretending to be on some lofty plane which I wasn't. They performed a shaman act, pretending their improvised vagary was wisdom, their boilerplate platitudes were understanding. They dwelled on my helplessness, encouraging me to interact as if I was the child and they were the parent. They controlled the narrative, like they knew more about my life than I did. And they encouraged me to fixate on my pain, failures and deficiencies. It got worse. When I told my group therapist team they weren't helping, they left me so invalidated that I began to doubt my own sanity.

In truth I was a responsible, substance-free, employed homeowner and save not being a social butterfly, was doing OK. I don't speak for the universe, just my corner of it.