Therapy made me worse
I’ve somehow had many experiences with this in my life but when I was 19 I started seeing a therapist and really reliving ever detail. Trying to figure out how it could possibly happen so many times after about a month my therapist said he wanted to try something different and asked how my body reacted to telling the stories. He said it was to understand how I was coping so he told me to strip down sitting cross legged in a chair and try not to over think it and tell him one of the stories. I got visibly wet and noticed he was also hard. The next session we did the same thing but he told me to touch myself this time and when I questioned it he reminded me he was the professional and my mom was sure he could help. It slowly got worse each session and now I need that kinda talk or poem to get off.