Have u ever had meltdown/pnk attack during therapy?

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I once had an attack in front of the therapist, before that happened he didn't know I was having attacks and he would question everything I said. What happened is that he pushed my buttons and he caused me the attack.
After that he changed and he's much more softer.

Are therapists supposed to push our limits?


The sad truth is that most people I've dealt with, give me a harsh treatment. I think that I might be projecting a tough image without even noticing.

I melted down in front of my clinical psychologist and he was pushing my buttons, all right. I asked if there was a back door I could go out of and he hustled me down the hall and out to the fire escape, quickly locking the door behind him.

the next time I saw him I asked him. "What did I do after you left me on the fire escape?" well, he looked a little startled and asked why I asked. "Oh, just wondering if you knew what I did after I left when I was so upset, do you know?" finally it came out he didn't know but figured I was 'glued together enough' to handle myself and get myself home and deal with it all myself. '

I didn't like him much after that, because I had cried on the iron steps for a half hour and finally scaled down the stairs and stood in the rose bushes pulling all the dead heads off the rose canes. I piled up quite a bit and must admit they looked great next time I saw.

Idiot.

Merle

Fortunately for me, although I never had panic attacks in therapy, the therapists knew what they were. I thought that someone slipped me LSD and I was having flashbacks and that my heart beating so fast could kill me especially because I had out of body experiences from the noradrenaline feedback loop. Time would also slow down and stop so I thought I was dead, and there was an intense smell of I'm not sure whether it was more like burning plastic or the smell of a lawnmower running. The fact that they knew it was just a fear-of-fear feedback loop and not dangerous did a lot for me to handle them. Anti-anxiety medicine also did a good job of preventing them so I didn't need to avoid places just because I had panicked in them, which is an illusion that eventually tricks some people into being totally afraid to leave their comfort zone which I suppose for many (according to those in the therapy group) eventually becomes as small as their own room.

It seems to me maybe I was lucky and there were therapists that actually cared and were interested in what they were doing. Most of those were out of the city limits. The city is so mechanical and inorganically unnatural. Everyone is more like a robot, I just realized it seems to me that way, in the city ... so paved over and metallic.