An interesting addition, that because of time I don't much think of but seems somewhat relevant. When I was in my early 20's, my mother decided that we all needed therapy. Sure, I was a confused kid but I was in school, had a job, and was not particularly interested- not that I was happy(I do not believe that it is in my DNA), not that I didn't have issues, but I was not in crisis. On the other hand, we were new into a step-family that was quite hateful, no matter. Mom paid and I went. Young guy, only remember him as Jim. After very few sessions he actually called my mother to tell her that I was seriously bi-polar and that I needed to see him at least 2x per week. I didn't give a ****, she was paying and I really had nothing to say to him, but he had much to say to me, most notably the intense orgasm his wife had during childbirth and the shame he felt for being ticketed for peeing in a national park. I am not kidding. I was so unengaged, but not knowing better figured that epiphany was just around the corner.
One day he took me to a swingset in a park near his office and asked me to suck my thumb.
I marched away in nauseating disgust.
He proceeded to stalk me. Through my parents, place of employment, whatever avenue he could find. He told my mother that I was a severe threat to myself. Eventually I told my parents everything and they made it stop through serious threats. Remember, I was in my early 20's.
Fast forward to 2000. I am a woman in severe crisis. Not terribly keen on getting back into therapy, but my very closest people convinced me to try. This therapist was recommended also for the fact that he did not give out those "vibes".
In one of our first sessions I told him all of the above adding that I was, for that reason (and another, for later) reluctant. I will never forget- he asked "are you telling me not to **** with you?" I said "yes I am." And he proceeded to **** with me. Go figure. 15 years. So easy to feel like a total idiot....