We went to therapy as a couple. That's what you're supposed to do, right? That's what responsible people do when a relationship is breaking.
The therapist diagnosed me with PTSD from childhood trauma. Wrote it down. Official diagnosis. I have the paper.
Then, without telling me, the same therapist sent a letter to child protection services saying I have "undiagnosed mental health issues" and "delusional and paranoid tendencies."
Read that again.
The man who diagnosed my PTSD — who understood exactly where my reactions come from — told a government agency that I'm delusional. The same diagnosis, reframed to make me a danger instead of a patient.
When I found out, I filed a complaint. Want to know who handles complaints at that institution?
The same therapist.
He is the complaints officer for complaints about himself. I'm not making this up. The org chart proves it. The same person who violated my confidentiality reviews whether violating my confidentiality was appropriate.
His email to me after I confronted him: "The process failed." Not "I failed." Not "I violated your trust." The process. As if the process is a person and he's just an observer.
I have that email. It's dated. It's signed. And when the time comes, it will be evidence.