My first therapist ever told me I'd fallen in love with him. I hadn't. (I was totally unattracted to him.) I was 17 and he was a graduate student. He had already decided he was right and didn't listen to me. That's the last time I met with him.

That was 8 years ago, and it left me petrified of how I acted in therapy in case another therapist would misinterpret what I said or did to be too intense or too attached or something else. I never trusted a therapist with all of me again.

It was so traumatizing that it took me two years of meeting with an excellent therapist before I even mentioned it to him because I was so petrified he would misinterpret something and tell me to stop coming. It has similarities to PTSD and we're going to do EMDR about it.