In retrospect, I wish I'd been much more "difficult." My therapists gave me some ridiculous instructions about handling family which I obediently followed. The results were so disastrous and the fallout lasted the remainder of my parents' lifetimes. But worse, I was going against my own intuition, since I knew my family far better than the therapist did.

In another case, I became so swept in self-examination and magical thinking I was essentially in a meditation psychosis and lost valuable friends who rightly believed I was going crazy. I bet my therapists loved my compliance though.