In my late 20s I attended for one support group meeting a group for adult children of dysfunctional families. I thought I had gone through hell but the stories others related were terrifying in comparison. I felt like **** and never went back.

In my early 40s I contacted by phone a counsellor from my EAP for 3 phone sessions regarding the work related depression and stress.

At 44 I went to one marriage counselling session. That counsellor stopped it midway when it was evident my husband refused to participate or accept his responsibility for the state of the marriage. He basically mocked and threatened her.

I undertook a CBT program conducted by a psychiatrist. The closest thing to therapy I have had has been what small talk occurs in my psychiatrist's office.