Funny/embarrassing therapy stories?

At the end of my first ever appointment with my current T, he said “shall we wrap up?” but I didn’t hear him. Instead of standing up to leave like a normal person, I just continued to awkwardly sit, wondering what it was that he had said. The whole thing lasted for about two minutes—he also sat in awkward silence for a while. In the end, he prompted me to leave by saying “see you next week then?” THEN I realised that his previous comment was meant to wrap up the session so I ended up frowning and nodding, trying to give off the impression that I was in deep thought about whether I wanted to continue with him after that first appointment or not. I’m pretty sure my face must have been pretty red. I’m pretty awkward socially, so even though it wasn’t a big deal, the whole thing crucified me.

What are some of your funny/awkward/embarrassing therapy moments?

I walked into ts office and saw him looking at an x-ray image of his pelvis

also one time I was walking into session with him and had to tell him his zipper was down. he made a funny face and ran in his office to zip it up

A mouse interrupted my session once... There was this scrabbly scratching noise happening every now and again... We both tried to ignore it at first but eventually it got really intrusive. It sounded like a dog or a cat or... something... scratching on the door, so T stopped and was like "sorry, I'm just gonna look..."

Opened the door and looked out and of course there was nothing there. The "wtf" look he gave me was amazing, and I was like "don't look at me, it's your house!"

He later said that it had definitely been a mouse and he'd humanely trapped it and taken it elsewhere. I said I didn't mind it joining in my therapy... hah.

My T is very into his office, and keeping it perfect. He even gets upset if the office suite next door makes coffee with a smell that wafts into his space. I once had to go straight from filming a teenie podcast video on Westminster Dog Show, and they wanted us to ultra dress up for it. My dress had a glitter lining that showed through the top layer just a little. OMG it left glitter absolutely everywhere- on T's couch, carpet. I was like a human glitter bomb, but I didn't even realize it until I got home and saw glitter on the dogs and on my couch . The next week I apologized about 100 times about the glitter, and he said oh yes, there was GLITTER. Oops.

I tend to be really nervous when I see a new therapist, so when I started with mine I tried to over-prepare. I got the intake form ahead of time and filled it out. I wrote down relevant parts of my past, my treatment goals, and anything else I could think of that therapists typically ask in the first session. I thought of questions that I wanted to ask him...basically I prepared like I would prepare for a job interview.

About half-way through the session he had an analogy that he used to illustrate that once something is brought to your attention you tend to then see it all over the place. He asked me what kind of car I had. My mind went completely blank. This was not on the list of questions that I had prepared answers to. I honestly could not remember. I could have given him an exhaustive list of every medication I had ever taken. I could have told him what kind of therapeutic modalities I had tried. I had my family tree memorized to four generations. But I had absolutely no idea what kind of car I was driving.

I realized that not knowing what kind of car you own is abnormal, and my anxiety shot up. I guess I just sat there in stunned silence and then he asked again. "No really, what kind of car do you have?" I panicked. And then I realized "he's not going to know if I lie about this," and so I said the first thing that popped into my head "Ford Escort". That was completely wrong. I actually have a Ford Taurus. But to be honest, cars all kind of look alike to me. I'm much more likely to notice a color than a brand of car. Still, I managed to slip by undetected with my falsehood.

These are all great stories! It's nice to be able to laugh afterwards

I don't have any as good as this I think, but we both were laughing when some birds nearby had nested and had baby chicks, and then it seemed like all the birds in the nieghbourhood were descending outside T's office window. T rolled his eyes and said "the babies are here, now all the relatives are descending."

That's so cute!

My T was getting new carpets and put out feelers whether clients would mind taking their shoes off ( which I was OK with) , so when he got the carpet he points out a plastic lined box which I thought was to put your shoes in ( which I did ) but it was a dispenser which puts polythene covers on your shoes when you put your foot in it. Nifty , but then I was experiencing a primal fear that it was going to chop my foot off ! Another time the whole side of the road had a power failure and the lights went out and it was nearly pitch black. My T didn't react to this at all and I was like " Um , the lights have just gone out ?! "

One therapist I met started severely coughing after sipping coffee, and along the end of it told "That... was not planned!"

My therapist and I were leaving a market, in a place that was unfamiliar to me, so she was pointing out the direction to go. But she forgot we drive on the other side of the road. So we turned into oncoming traffic. After we both nearly died of heart attacks, we laughed really hard. I told her I am the official driver AND navigator when we go somewhere now.

I was making a survival bracelet with my new T but my foot went to sleep because we were sitting on the floor. But I didn't want to make a big deal about it so I ignored it. Then I had to get up to leave because session was over and I couldn't feel my foot and I started stumbling until I completely sprained my ankle and fell to the floor. I managed to finally get up and hobble home but ended up in urgent care that night. It hurts so bad it was a bad sprain but my pride was hurt worse.

t likes to wear plaid button downs

at the treatment facility.. sometimes he would pair a plaid button down with a plaid flannel unbuttoned with a plaid scarf

everyone called it Triple Flagging it

anyway sometimes when we were meeting (often sitting on the floor together in his tiny office) I would randomly say the name brand of his plaid shirt (chaps). every time he would make a funny face and say Ah! and cover up the logo with his finger . idk it was just some silly wholesome thing we did

another time t went out of town and when he was gone the other staff has made hundreds of copies of pictures of his cat dressed up like a gangster. they stuck them all over his office. I mean all over... even on the ceiling. we had to have a session with his office like that. I got to take one of the pictures... I still have it lol

I could never use my T's office/centre's toilets,so before I went to session, I used to stop in the local car park about ten minutes before my session was due and use those.So I parked my car up,walked over to the toilets and as I turned around and was closing the electronic door behind me , I spied T's car also in the car park ....now I had a bit of a dilemma .Did I sit there until I knew she would have to leave to get to session and I be late or did I pee quickly and get out of there before ? I got myself in such a state about the fact I was using the public toilets and she would ask me why blahblahblah that I decided that my best bet was to just sit there .So sit there I did, until I thought it was safe to come out and she would be gone ....I washed my hands etc and then went to open the door and the bloomin thing was completely jammed ! So I tried locking it again.I pushed it and shoved it and nothing was opening the thing ...so now I was in an absolute state thinking of how embarrassing it would be to be stuck in the toilets and the fire brigade or who ever had to rescue me.Plus I would miss my session. I decided that I would have one last ditch attempted at forcing it open. So I literally ran at it . The door flew open and I flew across the car park like superman right in front of T and landed in a heap at her feet. .I nearly died

My t moved places a few months back and before he did I asked him how to get there. He explained it properly but I kinda forgot because the next appointment I had with him was a month or so away. So on the day of my appointment, I got to the building complex without a problem but the actual praxis is in a rear building on the 3rd floor. However, there are two entries to the rear building and at first, I went into the right door but I counted the floors completely wrong, so I ended up thinking that the ground floor was the first floor and therefore I thought I was on the 3rd floor even tho it was the 2nd. I did the same thing with the other entry and then had to message him which door I would have to take. So he explained I again and I took the right door again, got to the 2nd floor and started wondering why the praxis wasn't there. Out of complete despair, I walked up another floor and there he was, already standing in the door. We had laugh after I told him.

My beloved dog who has since passed away, visited my T at work in his wagon back in the summer... and I was telling T that he had to have the wagon because he couldn't walk much anymore (he had a broken leg) and so we walked around the office meeting co workers, my dog loved it, eventually, he just leaps right out of the wagon. Cast and all and just goes up to a little girl and wanted to give her a kiss.

T ended up walking the wagon out to my car, it was empty. Ha. I still talk about it to this day because everyone felt so sad for him in his wagon and I kept saying "He can't walk" and well, he remained a stubborn husky to the end... and he showed us he can and he would LOL.

What a great thread, I am LMAO at some of these!

In group therapy a fellow group member and friend was talking about some really difficult stuff. When she was done I asked her if I could give her a hug. She said yes so I stood up. She didn't stand up so I leaned over and hugged her while she was sitting down faced away from my therapist. I knew things had gone very badly when I felt a light breeze across my backside.
I finished the hug, sat back down, turned to my therapist and said, "I just mooned you didn't I?"
He burst out laughing and said, "Yes, you did."
I bring it up all the time although I'm sure he would like to forget it.

This was with a previous t. It was going to be our last session before she moved away, and I’d driven several hours straight back from vacation to see her. Since it was a long drive I allowed extra time and got there about 45 minutes early. I decided to rest in my car til my appointment time. An hour later, I awoke and jumped to the sound of my t knocking on the window that my head was resting on. I looked up to see her walking toward the building laughing.

Oof...I hope you still managed to have a good session.

My therapist fell asleep one time while running group. Then she started snoring. I started laughing and she woke up and started laughing too.

Makes me wonder what sort of sneaky trick he DID have planned.

One time during a session we were scheduling and she said a date and I was looking at my calendar and said no, it's y date, and she said no it's x, and I was like are you sure you're calendar is right? she said are you looking at yours right? I looked closer at mine and was like "Oh." We laughed about it. I probably told her it was her fault. haha

One time my t came to the door to get me, she was wearing these really old slippers. I thought it was weird because she usually wears heels so I didn’t say anything.
Halfway through our session t looked down at her feet and screamed. She then asked why I hadn’t told her she was wearing slippers, we both burst out laughing.