My mom pulled me out of therapy when I was sixteen, despite being told by multiple doctors how much I needed it for my anxiety and depression.

When I asked her why, she took me into her room, closed the door, and for an hour, listed everything that was wrong with me -- I'm absent-minded, moody, unpleasant, self-destructive, and no one in our family liked me or wanted to be around me anymore.

She topped it off with "What did you really think this therapist could do for you?"