My therapists coaxed me to surrender my power to them in subtle ways: through controlling the narrative, by (sometimes contemptuously) judging my actions and lives, by establishing a dynamic which conveyed their "approval" was important and by pretending to know far more about my life, my thinking, my past, outcomes and life in general than they possibly could have. In other words, they played "all powerful" to my enfeeblement. It was a ruse that enmeshed me in as unwitting collaborator, thinking this the path to bettering my life.