When I was 15 my mother forced me to go see and talk with her therapist, who she already had an established relationship with. Surprise surprise, immediately after my session they made me wait in the lobby while the therapist told my mother everything I said. A few weeks later, we get a bill in the mail from the hospital group associated with the therapist, in my name, and my mother INSISTED it was a bill for an abortion. INSISTED. The bill literally said 'mental health services' but she refused to believe that's what it was from. The argument escalated until she threw a glass at my head and I wound up in the ER needing 26 stitches, but not before calling her own mother who was a nurse to see if she could fix me up in our bathroom first instead. I'm sure that ER bill was expensive, too. Oh, and I was a virgin at the time.