Funny "Deal Breakers" in search for a T

I am guilty of having found the personified rock hilarious. But yes, when ones world is spinning out of control, a therapist whose grasp on reality is itself weak MUST be terrifying. I agree with comments above and seriously hope she was barred from practising.

I think its totally fine that people find it funny. I can see from an outside point that it would be. I just thought I would mention that it was traumatizing. I looked her up on the internet recently and she is still a therapist. I honestly don't know how. I hope she had someone tell her to get rid of the rock or maybe her clients don't mind it? Whatever the case is I can't believe she passed collage but is still a therapist! She needs to be locked up!

The first therapist I ever had insisted in an early session that I hold up my hand (palm out) to hers. She then closed her eyes and asked, "Can you feel my aura?" (That kind of thing is now a deal-breaker for me!)

Good heavens the dour faces on most of those I guess they're the t's in the photos! One look at a face like those, I would never ever return.

Sorry, I know it's not funny. It's beyond ridiculous, in fact paired up with touching it's just awful

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One of them talked extensively about her autistic children, how one of them was sent home from school every time she had her period because she'd smear the blood all over the place. Talk about inappropriate self-disclosure.

Also, she thought her children were autistic because they were "vaccine damaged," and I just couldn't take her seriously after that.

I went for one session with a guy who asked me whether I had ever used illegal drugs. I said I occasionally tried drugs as a teenager and he said "I'll just write 'former drug user'". This, plus a tiny boiling hot room, criticism of my husband for no reason, a long winded third hand story about somebody who had lost their baby (nothing to do with my issues) and a general weirdness, ensured I never returned.

This is a wonderful thread and I've got many horrifyingly funny stories to share

* Uni sent me to T who specialized in EDs. Problem was, she was 2 fat to sit in chair w/o spilling over the arms. I walk in, know I am being a sh#t when I say I won't be able to continue seeing her. She gets angry and defensive accusing me of not likeing her cuz she's black. How can I say I'm a jerk but not a racist jerk, so I just cried and left.

* I had the pDoc in an ED inpatient place ask me "what I was". I said huh? He said "do you starve or puke? ... never mind, I'll figure it out myself" ... reached into a desk draw and handed me box of chocolates and said he'd pick my treatment plan based on what I did next. WTF?! Later at dinner table 1st nite, when you have to finish what they give you and you just sit and cry and cry, he walked by and said, "thatz a lot of food. Are you gonna finish all that?" I tried to switch docs but was stuck with him for 8 weeks. On week 9 he says he no longer wants to see me because I've become defiant like a child and I must be taught to respect him (how? by terminating me? that'll show me!)

*One focused on some Hawaiian forgiveness chant and wanted me to ask for forgiveness from all that I was imposing on ... including the carpet fibers that I was crushing and the seat foam I was squishing. Holy crap I was thinking. Do I have to apologize to the air for going thru my nostrils. I trampled that damn carpet leaving that office. Damn carpet-trampler I am.

All of those are horrid ways to be treated.

I like the idea of stoping on that carpet. Take that, I deserve to exist!!

Oh my goodness!!! My guilt complex was so severe a few years ago, I may as well have been apologizing to the freaking air and carpet. To have a therapist confirm I needed to do those things. WOW.