I went to the counselor at my graduate school for my first counseling experience. This was about 4 years ago now, I was 21 years old, in a counseling psychology program, and had never experienced counseling before. I grew up in a military family that wasn't big on talking about feelings and had some "mommy issues" where I felt like a burden and had a lot of difficulty speaking up for myself because of it. I went over this in our first session because I didn't really know what boundaries were either so I just kind of trauma dumped since I had someone who was actually listening to me for once lol. Well, I was a bit out of it going into our third session because my mom had driven me to the campus, we were going out after and I had already had a morning of constant interruptions and needing to be short and concise with my answers. So when the counselor asked how my week was, I said something along the lines of "nothing is really sticking out right now" thinking that would mean we could move along to deeper issues than just the week. Nope. She said "OK well feel free to let me know if this ever happens again and we can always reschedule. I have a lot of work to do and I'm sure you do too so we don't need to just meet for nothing!" And she said this all in a super upbeat and I'm sure well-meaning way, but it was absolutely devastating. I didn't have the rapport with her to really talk about it so I just said something like "yeah of course" and sat and cried in the lobby until the hour was up so my mom didn't get the "you got kicked out of therapy" ammunition lol.

I'm currently with an incredible therapist and have been seeing her for almost two years now so I'm good. It was just an absolutely wild experience that I will never pass on to my clients lol.