An important takeaway from my abusive therapy was my dawning need to own my own perceptions. That means that the therapist's credentials, status and air of authority didn't prevent him from being a bully and liar. He was behaving and falsifying in to protect his interest and at my expense. Preserving my sanity summarized to his truth vs. mine, and I needed to remind myself repeatedly of the reality. He had no insight, he was vain and I know myself far better than he did. This challenge has persisted for decades.