I too haven’t had any wack therapy but there were a few that bordered on woo woo.

Therapist, I had one I think was manic. It was my first session and she went on and on about women’s rights and fashion how in the twenties women bonded the breasts to be able to wear flapper dresses. I chimed in about corset s and away she went again. Never went back.

By by I did pretty good with therapy and therapists it was the pdoc s that were out in la la land some of them. One wouldn’t look at me, I consider eye contact very important and I read faces. He just kept his face down and in his notes. Another yelled at me that unless I took what he prescribed he’d have me locked up. He was way over prescribing and I wasn’t having it. I walked out and never saw him again.