I'll go first.

The first therapist I ever saw, back in 1990, for post partum psychosis, adopted my toddler daughter and I into her family. We went on vacations with her and her family. Had regular Sunday dinner with them. I participated in the weekly extended family Trivial Pursuit game night. I celebrated holidays with her. Kept her company before she had surgery. Planned her mother's 80th birthday party. We were mother and daughter. I also had a severe trauma history she treated with hypnotic regression. If you don't know what that is its using hypnosis to bring you back in time to relive your trauma. The theory was that if you relived your trauma you could conquer it. All she managed to do was destabilize my DID system and turn me into a nonfunctioning psychotic wreck. I ended up being hospitalized for DID and bipolar 1 disorder with psychosis. She then severed ties with me because she said I was too much work. I was so destroyed I reverted to an infant part and became completely nonfunctioning. Between the regression and the psychosis, I was hospitalized for 8 months.

It never would have happened if she hadn't first adopted me and then used terrible treatment techniques on me. Also, it took her 4 years to refer me to a psychiatrist. By then, I was a psychiatric basket case. She ruined my life. I lost everything. My child. My job. My marriage. My friends...everything that made my life a life. It's taken a lot of years and one incredible psychiatrist to put me back together. I will never forget what she did to me.