All Survivors have their horror stories of mean, untrained therapists. This is one of mine.
When I started therapy about 15 years ago I went to an organization that charged according to income. At first I had a really good therapist. She was the one who diagnosed my DID. Of course at that time I didn’t believe her, but that’s another story.
It happened like this. My original therapist left and I ended up with a young therapist who knew very little about DID. She may have been in the wrong profession because the woman was cold. I had the feeling I needed to go somewhere else, but I didn’t. Once again I wouldn’t listen to my gut feelings. One day she came in and told me the budget was cut and I had used up my time with the organization. I never knew there was a time limit. So I asked her what she thought I should do. At the time I was very spacey and depressed. I will never forget her words, “I don’t know but you can’t ever come back here.” Somewhere in my brain I knew she was being cruel, but I didn’t have the ability or energy to stand up for myself. I just got up and never went back.
It could have been that she didn’t know what she was talking about. The fact was I felt uncomfortable in the place and needed someone kinder and more knowledgable about DID. I ended up finding an excellent therapist. It was good that she told me to leave.
What made me think about this particular incident is I got a letter in the mail from this organization today asking for money. If I had some money I would give it because they helped me very much. I hope that young woman got herself together.