Hi bevan,
I was just browsing net looking for some information about Exposure therapy - when it goes wrong. I have had a similar experience to yours. I went for a counselling. They offered me a CBT. I didn't know what was that, but wouldn't ever imagine that any therapy could be so drastic and have such a devastating consequences. I went for my first session, which went ok. After second I felt kind of weird, and after the third I suffered full psychotic breakdown. I was having flashbacks of that session 24/7, I couldn't sleep, eat, I couldn't do anything. I felt physically sick. I was haunted by fear. I wanted to go to A&E for some antipsychotic drugs, but the fear of people was so reall that I could hardly distinguish between fantasy and reality. I took some antianxiety pills that I had prescribed from my doctor from before. Even though I quit smoking few years ago I started again, I went on drinking. People couldn't understand what was happening to me. It was without a doubt one of the worst experiences that I have in my life. To this day I am not the same person as I was before.
I went to see the therapist with an open heart. I found the courage to speek about my embarrassing problems, and felt betrayed by not explaining me about what is this about. I believed I found a safe place, but in fact it turned in some kind of torture punishment. I would never ever in my whole life go to see another psycho-whatever. From now on I only leave my life in the hands of God.
I was just browsing net looking for some information about Exposure therapy - when it goes wrong. I have had a similar experience to yours. I went for a counselling. They offered me a CBT. I didn't know what was that, but wouldn't ever imagine that any therapy could be so drastic and have such a devastating consequences. I went for my first session, which went ok. After second I felt kind of weird, and after the third I suffered full psychotic breakdown. I was having flashbacks of that session 24/7, I couldn't sleep, eat, I couldn't do anything. I felt physically sick. I was haunted by fear. I wanted to go to A&E for some antipsychotic drugs, but the fear of people was so reall that I could hardly distinguish between fantasy and reality. I took some antianxiety pills that I had prescribed from my doctor from before. Even though I quit smoking few years ago I started again, I went on drinking. People couldn't understand what was happening to me. It was without a doubt one of the worst experiences that I have in my life. To this day I am not the same person as I was before.
I went to see the therapist with an open heart. I found the courage to speek about my embarrassing problems, and felt betrayed by not explaining me about what is this about. I believed I found a safe place, but in fact it turned in some kind of torture punishment. I would never ever in my whole life go to see another psycho-whatever. From now on I only leave my life in the hands of God.