No, haha, it was horrific. She had no idea what she was doing. I stopped going after 2 sessions.
A couple years later I tried again because I really really needed help. I found one of the most amazing therapists ever and even though we've stopped our sessions, we still keep in contact. When she left she referred me to her other therapist friend and once again, I struck gold and I found another amazing therapist who I am still in contact with. Once SHE left, I found my own therapist who I did CBT with, the sessions have ended but I'm in a much better place than before.
My point is, even though your first therapist might suck, it doesn't mean you should give up. Keep on looking and you will get just as lucky as I did.
Oh, the only reason they kept leaving is because I live in a country where people go in and out a lot. Not many people stay here for a long time.
my parents force me to see one. It was kinda boring we just talked about every day events. I stop seeing my therapist after he said i had ADD and he needed confirmation from a psychiatrist. F*ck that lol
No, not a good experience at all! I'm not joking, she would fall asleep during our sessions. She would look visibly sleepy, her eyes would close, and then when her head would fall to the side it would sort of wake her up. She was never alert and because she was nodding off, she wasn't aware enough to help me with anything.
I quit going to her, obviously. My next therapist was/is amazing. I have been going to him for over 2 years now. He has helped me tremendously. And I wouldn't be where I am today without him. He may be the only person in the world that understands me and really wants me to do well.
I've only had one, after I had a bad breakup. She didn't really do much, just listened and would occasionally ask a question to highlight a point. I guess that was her technique, to let me sort things out while offering a little guidance along the way.
My first therapist was really good and taught me a lot about cognitive behavior therapy, which did help me somewhat. The couple therapists I had after him sucked. One of the ladies I saw just gossiped about her other patients hock:
Pricey! I found a free one. Learned some things about CBT. Stopped seeing her when she couldn't help me anymore. I think nowadays I'd sooner read a book. I can't picture myself being open with a complete stranger. At least not as open as I'd need to be for them to actually be of any help to me.