I hate my old therapist

Here are some of the ways my horrendous former therapist fucked me up:

* Said I should respond immediately to online dating matches, which runs completely counter to the advice I have recieved in the past, which is to hold back on responses to avoid a one-sided relationship scenario
* Has repeatedly infantilazed me and treated me like I was stupid when I came to her, purely for VENTING mind you, about friends not responding to messages, and then she spends half the session explaining why they are "not interested" and I should stay away from them. Bullshit. Okay, maybe they are not interested in me as a close friend, but I still call bullshit on not texting them anymore because I still keep in contact with every single person this lady has claimed is "not interested" in me, even if as an acquaintance rather than close friends.
* Has told me, an autistic person with social anxiety, that I need more "charisma" because I simply had bad luck in some school clubs in college. Yeah right, while completely fucking glossing over all the various reasons for my social anxiety (including having bad luck with school peers in the past) and while I began focusing on school instead of excelling in school clubs. That's like telling a black person to just be less black, or a homeless person to just buy a home. Bullshit.
* Vented to her once about not being allowed in a school sporting event due to the venue being over-capacity, then completely invalidated my desire to see my peers within the event by saying "well they would be with their friends tho" okay darling, how the fuck do you know if you're not at the event. Then she made me ask ChatGPT for advice (which, mind you, is the worst possible fucking source for advice because AI chatbots have zero sense of right or wrong, and would eventually cause a death). Then she lectured me on how I didn't know what the word "vibe" means, like chill out lady, it's a slang term used by Gen Z that literally nobody except your millenial ass uses, and then you come storming in and thinking you know what it's about when you do not. Fuck off.
* But the final straw was when I expressed frustration about a former roommate who got irritated about giving me rides to school AND was also misogynistic AND an awful person to be around, even outside the whole giving rides thing. She did say it was his choice to give me rides, which while a reasonable thing to say, she did NOT say that it was also my choice of whether to allow him into my life and it is my responsibility to find transportation to school. She has repeatedly ignored my requests to show sympathy to me and the situation, not even an "I'm sorry bro, your feelings are valid", because this particular former roommate, again, was completely and objectively hurtful outside of the whole giving rides sotuation. And I could see her smug face on my computer screen. Took all the energy in me to not give my laptop a knuckle sandwich on the spot. Then she called me a "backseat driver", which I have never heard outside of Reddit (which is notorious for giving objectively bad advice on relationships), just for having feelings of discomfort. Ok wow darling, way to namecall me while you're doing your fucking job as a therapist where people will naturally look to you for help. (That was sarcastic). Completely unprofessional and not what I would expect from a therapist. This was the final straw for me. There would never be a next session from her. At this point our sessions became really loud shouting matches and I had my breaking point. Told the practice I would not be seeing her anymore, blocked her number, and found a new therapist who I really love and has genuinely been orders of magnitude more helpful than this insufferable prick of a therapist I had a few months before.

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anonymous Other November 12, 2025 at 12:15 am 0 0