50 Of The Craziest Therapy Session Stories You Will Ever Hear

As I left for school the following morning, I was exhausted and overwhelmed, and I had forgotten my book report at home. The teacher sent me to the school counselor because I couldn't hold back the tears. She listened to me as I told her about the horrific night. My blood froze when she replied. As I looked at her, she said, "Well that is horrible, but I know some little girls' daddies party all night long." "That's really bad," she continued. Every time this happened, people would come pick you up and take you away from your family. You would then have to live with foster parents! Surely that would be worse.” My mind raced as I thought about it. The words "really bad" and "foster care" were bouncing around in my head as I prepared to address my dad's problems and how they were affecting me.As a result, I just nodded and didn't say anything else. After that, I spent about four years in an emotional wreck. The loneliest feeling as a kid is to have a secret that you feel you must carry alone, and if discovered, you'll be separated from your family. Alateen saved my life in 8th grade when my mom took me there.

Yes, that's correct. Even though she knew what was happening, her mother stayed with the man who was abusing her. Although it seemed complicated, it wasn't. Her mother couldn't have done more for her daughter! I'm sorry, but I'm judging.

I talked to one of their parents about what had been going on with their child. Naturally, I had the child's consent to tell the parent about our sessions. The parent said something that made my jaw drop halfway through my explanation of the child's psychological challenges and ways he or she could help. In fact, they asked me, "I apologize for interrupting, but how long will this take?" I have a show to watch." In all honesty, I don't judge my patients. The world has never been seen through their eyes or walked their path. My judgment goes to those who perpetuate their suffering out of ignorance, malice, and selfishness.

However, the "therapist" made me feel like I was worthless, weak, and stupid. Because of this, I remained in a relationship that only became increasingly dangerous. Five years went by, even though the relationship was only getting worse. Eventually, I realized it, but she caused so much damage. The time would have been better spent with a better therapist than the one I had.

During this time period, she would only counsel my husband. On their first meeting, my husband was visibly upset. It was horrifying to hear his confession, even though he didn't want to discuss it. During their session, the counselor actually suggested that they book a hotel together. Then she explained that her husband was a high-ranking executive who was always busy, so she could do whatever she wanted. She was turned over to the VA after my husband took off. The woman made a veiled threat that her husband might ruin my husband's medical retirement status, which scared him. She was aggressive and vile. One wonders how many men or marriages she ruined.

She mentioned the whole Christmas thing to me during our counseling session, saying she needed me there. I told her that was stupid, that I didn't want to pretend we were together, and that the whole thing was weird. "Of course, I'm right," my ex said to the therapist. Don’t you agree? My ex still hates her. She laughed out loud and went red, then apologized for being unprofessional. I kept her. I like the way she thinks, honestly.

After that, she gained a lot of friends and became obnoxious and loud. After consulting her doctors, she was granted a one-day pass to attend her son's funeral. In the days before the funeral, she was joking with her new friends. I overheard her saying she'd skipped her son's funeral when she returned from her day off. Instead, she went to record an intimate video with her boyfriend. Although they say you can never really understand a person's grief, I felt compelled to tell that woman to screw off.

There were foods such as acidic ones, high-protein foods, and peanuts on the list. My digestive disorders, a long list of sensitivities, and allergies were diagnosed four months later, and I got declared disabled. I was gently reprimanded by my doctors for following my therapist's demand because it caused esophageal bleeding and a slight scarring. It's clear that my doctor is angry with her for ignoring what wasn't a mental health issue. She changed therapists for me.

Eventually, I had had enough and decided to catch them in the act. Ultimately, I told my therapist I was involved in a fender bender. When I arrived home, my father demanded to see my bumpers, as she told her parents immediately when I left. They looked good. Despite what happened, my parents never forced me to go again, so at least that's good.

It never occurred to him to explain what that meant. Then he smiled when he spoke of the "good times," meaning when he had enough drugs to get through each day. At this point, I am unaware of where he is. I am not interested in knowing. Even though this was a disturbing conversation with a horrible man, it had a positive side. Because of my experiences, I wanted to work with human trafficking victims because they face not only the stigma of "selling their bodies," but also addiction issues. I think people would be shocked if they knew how many people's addictions started because they were forced to accept something.

During the next three weeks, the family believed that other residents were eating feces and had other unsanitary issues that could spread disease. I devoted three weeks to teaching, planning, and, most importantly, persuading the kid and his mother that their IQ would not fall.

The woman said, "I don't want to hear any of that, that's your business.". "I am interested in your notes." I was shocked, because it was an explanation about my notes AND my plan to stay on track.

It turns out that "quality men" weren't interested in women who looked and behaved like me, so I shouldn't try to get involved in another relationship without making myself more attractive to "quality men" first, otherwise I will end up right back where I started. After that, I dropped him like a hot potato.

"Every young person goes through these things", she said, dismissing me for being young. I was admitted to therapy after just my second visit this time around, which was totally normal because everyone worries about their future. It took me three years to return to therapy after having left it for three years. Go with what you feel and talk to someone who listens.

In response to my question about condoms, she told me that condoms could not protect me from God's anger. After that, she prayed I would remain a virgin until marriage, and that I would no longer commit sins. In retrospect, I should have reported her to a license board for therapists. Approximately a year later, I still had no STDs despite getting plenty of action. God must not be angry with me enough.

Thankfully, the mother got out and is now doing much better. During that kid's childhood, he saw everything, and that kind of damage cannot be reversed. Such a terrible cycle should not continue onto the next generation, especially when this kid was an innocent bystander. I still cry thinking about this even after dealing with it years ago.

The doctor kept saying, "My other patients are addicts who lack direction in life.". How could you possibly compare your problems to theirs? It seems everyone with attention disorders are delinquents. I don't think it's fair to throw your other patients under the bus, who are presumably coming to you for help with their demons.

Her boyfriend and many fights led to her being in the ER feeling suicidal. Every two weeks or so, she would be in the ER feeling that way. Her boyfriend was the cause of all of her problems, she said while talking. Despite all of this, she insisted she wouldn't leave. My personal rule is not to direct anyone. I am not in the position to do so. The purpose of my job is to outline the choices they have and explain the consequences of those choices. This was the first time I wanted to break the rules, shake her, and tell her to leave her boyfriend YESTERDAY.

She blocked me on everything as soon as she found out I knew. After two DUIs and an addiction, I haven't been able to recover. It isn't her fault that she did what she did, but I became dependent upon her and felt loved. This betrayed the trust I had in her. She is still a nurse in mental health care.

Are you giving up now?””” he asked. “Do you just want to be like this the rest of your life?” Obviously not, that’s why I’m in this office trying new medications! It was ironic that I had a panic attack in his office that very day because I was so angry. Eventually, I walked out and found a new psychiatrist, and things are much better now.

However, I was still diagnosed with autism, and my therapist told me, “You will never be able to have normal social relationships. Other people will always need to adjust to you.” Despite what my therapist said, I’ve never had any problems with social situations.

My therapist actively encouraged me to believe that any minute we would be reunited, and I spent a whole year believing that. What a nightmare. My ex and I are actually pretty good friends now that, after a year of tormenting ourselves with these fantasies, I dumped the therapist. I lost a year of my life then.

One day, my pap results were abnormal. It worried me. According to her, my tongue ring was causing my abnormal paps. She told me some stories about my chakras. This annoyed me to no end. I had no idea what to expect from a psychologist until she told me. Years later, I did not seek appropriate treatment because I believed, “What's the point, they're crazier than me.”

Her therapist said, "You don't want to do that; that is a man's responsibility.". It will be hot and you’ll ruin your makeup.” My daughter told her, “I don’t wear makeup,” and ended the session. She then called me at work to tell me all about it, almost in tears. As soon as she told me, she canceled her next three appointments and switched counsellors.

As he talked about all the amazing things he planned to do when he got out of jail, her whole attitude was really off-putting. After she told me about the guy and how troubled she was with him, I was like, "He sounds like your brother." Not to get into it, but her brother wasn't a great person. Her response to the client made sense after that.

Midway through a basketball game, a resident stopped to say something to me. He came over to me and said, "I'm in here because I sedated my wife and kid and then burned my house down before pleading insanity." I have never had such intense goosebumps in my entire life. As he played on, he yelled game on as if nothing had happened.

I told her I was fine with men, I loved my dad as much as I could, and I never had any trauma with a man. I know that she received complaints from other clients as well because she was cold and unable to deal with people's emotions. Fortunately, I switched psychologists eventually, and during our time together I was too distraught to really take in what the old therapist had to say and to apply her advice. It was a terrible beginning to therapy. I was fourteen years old.

I also remember the time at a community meeting when everyone smelled poo. Since one kid was known for having accidents, the staff wanted to speak with him. He was sent to clean up after the meeting. When pressed, he denied being responsible for the smell. However, as he began to walk to his room, a piece of poop fell from his jeans. Crazy times.

I stood there, and the therapist knew I was standing there, as if I had knocked at the door. All she did was abuse me. The lady even talked behind my back about me when I left the room after I walked out. That left me shaken. It was disrespectful to treat patients that way, so I refused to pay. That was the worst time of my life.

Then he asked, “What’s wrong with me? Why am I like this? Why am I so useless?” This kid was freaking smart. He could tell you pretty much anything about the solar system. One time, I randomly asked him, “Hey, how far is Jupiter from the earth?” He answered without hesitation. I looked it up, and he was right. This made me feel very sad.

After looking at my husband, she said, "Wow, I feel sorry for this guy.". It must feel like your wife is going through her monthly cycle all the time.” Long story short, I left and never went back.

In order to function normally again, I had to take Lorazepam for weeks. It is strange that even though I worried a lot before, I never had an anxiety disorder. After just five appointments, I discovered that other mental health professionals knew me better than she did.

The feeling of shock was overwhelming. In another instance, I spoke to the mother when the girl was experiencing a crisis. While she was at work, she called her daughter and asked if she could come down and support her. When that evil woman walked into my room, it took everything I had not to start yelling at her. I can hardly look the mother in the eye when we meet later.

This shocked me to the core. I thought, "What?" Are you joking? Specifically, your website stated that your specialty was ADHD.””” Instead of arguing with her though, I just got up and left. The session wasn't even charged to me. I think it was at the very least false advertising, and potentially quite harmful.

Fortunately, he missed. After an hour-long standoff, the authorities were able to take him down. The psychiatrist who treated him afterwards told me not to leave him as he wouldn’t cope. Unfortunately, they did succeed in guilting me into staying, but I got out a few years later and gave my kid an awesome life.

Then I left the hospital and his office swiftly. It was later revealed that my experience was "mild" when it came to the treatment of any queer person there. I had a lucky escape thankfully, although it didnt feel that way!