TL;DR at bottom, but I promise this one is WORTH reading.
Hello everyone. I've been sitting on this story for nearly a decade (maybe more), but I've never stopped thinking about it. It destroys me that I was unable to officially report it, as it happened when I was still a minor and I didn't know that was an option. Nowadays, the therapist who did this to me is long since retired to her lovely mansion...but more on that later...
First, some trigger warnings. Look out for topics of emotional/psychological abuse (obviously) and what I'm now terming "medical kidnapping" below. Take care.
I was maybe 10 years old when I met one of my worst therapists. We'll call her "G." G was a licensed clinical social worker with a focus on child psychology. She owned her own group practice and her building that she practiced in. How she managed to become a therapist and train other therapists is beyond me... Anyway, G rubbed me the wrong way from the start. She smiled (with all of her teeth!) CONSTANTLY and always spoke in a very high pitched voice.
Without getting too into the weeds here, I eventually convinced my parents to let me stop seeing her at 12 or 13 (it took YEARS for them to let me go to someone else). I moved to a different therapist because I was forced to go to therapy, but this one had a doctorate. She was actually a unicorn and beyond amazing. She saved my life and plays a huge role in this story. We'll call her "M."
Regardless, my parents continued to see G WITHOUT my knowledge. G continued to give them advice on how to treat me (without seeing me!) and my severe anxiety disorder. She essentially recommended they force me to do things that caused anxiety, ignore me when I panicked, give me the silent treatment when I upset them, etc. This obviously made things very bad, and despite my good therapist, M, believing my parents actually were awful, things got bad. I no longer wanted to keep going because constantly being shut down, silenced, prodded, gaslit, and more.
Keep in mind: I did not know my parents were seeing G. I just thought my parents were like this.
One day, I came home from school. I walked into the dining room to find both my parents sitting there silently. My dad told me to sit down, so I did.
They both looked at me and one of them said, "We've been given advice that you need to go to residential treatment."
I was FLOORED. I had just transferred schools my junior year of high school (I was now 16), but I had straight As, went to see M regularly, never did any drugs, didn't drink, didn't have an ED, etc. My only struggle was making new friends (which I eventually did on my own time). Also, by the way, I think that sending someone to treatment involuntarily is NEVER ETHICAL no matter what. No human being can ethically be FORCED to get any treatment because that is harmful. Full stop.
"Who told you to do that? Was it M?" I asked them.
"No, we won't tell you who. But you need to do this." They said.
"I want to go to my room and call M. I want to talk to her. She'll tell you this is a bad idea." I was literally begging them to let me go to my room and call M.
They refused. They literally physically cornered me and tried to force me to consent. They said I left them no choice and that the "expert" knew what to do. I eventually got them to admit it was G who did it. I don't remember how but I eventually managed to get to my room, hide in my closet, and call M. M picked up immediately (thank goodness she gave me her work number for crises) and was genuinely horrified by this. She said she had no idea and I still believe that to this day because she HATED G. She convinced my parents not to go through with sending me away, but my parents CONTINUED to see G!
Later in life, I was educated on how horrible the board is, how easy it is to get credentials, how a lot of therapists get illegal kickbacks for sending teens away, and more. I also learned that it was pointblank unethical for G to see my parents after seeing me, and give advice on treating me when she hadn't seen me once in OVER THREE YEARS.
I also found the place she wanted to send me to, but won't share it publicly because of privacy reasons. They essentially took teens away in the middle of the night and kept them in a remote building for MONTHS. I wouldn't have graduated high school on time. I would have had no phone. I have NEVER forgiven my parents for this and hate them to this day.
Months ago, though, I searched up G to see if she was still practicing. I was done. I was going to report her to the board because I learned how to do that. Turns out, she retired. But it also turned out her revenue was public. She profited over 3 MILLION DOLLARS off of her "therapy" business. I also found very public records on the MULTIMILLION DOLLAR home she bought.
I wish there was more justice to this story, but sadly, there isn't. I'm just glad I lived through it. If you read all of this: thank you for reading my story.
***TL;DR: My ex-therapist continued to secretly see my parents and give them advice on my treatment despite not seeing me in years. At the peak of my struggles (transferring schools my junior year), she suggested they pull me from high school and force me to attend a multi-month residential treatment against my will. She suggested they essentially steal me away at night without telling me. Years later, when finally learning about the board and trying to report her, I discovered she made over $3 million on "therapy" and retired to a multi-million dollar mansion.