This reminds me of when I was in a Partial Hospitalization Program. Their special focus was PTSD, which was not my issue. I felt like the odd one in the bunch.

One day, they needed us to all quickly sign some care plans that a state inspector was coming in to check. They didn't even want us to read them. I did. Mine said I had slashed my wrists, which was untrue. So I objected to signing something false. The doctor took a pen and crossed out what was fictional and said, "There . . . are you happy, now?" (Gee . . . excuse me for being such a nuisance!)

That's when I decided that some of what they did was submit whatever paperwork would get them the most funding. It wasn't about me. It was about their program and their funding.

The set-up you describe, Sarmas, does sound like the T has too many things occupying her attention at once. I believe you were neglected in favor of those whose problems she has some particular interest in. I figured out that I was their least favorite participant in the program I was in.

If you can get it funded, I would encourage you to seek out a T who just does office visits, one-on-one. It might help you to recover from this recent experience. It shouldn't be a competition. I like an office where I don't even see any other client.