So. My bad therapy experience just involved a lot of confusion. To be fair, they seemed like nice lad**s. But I didn't gain much from our time.
So to start, yes—them. There were 2 lad**s with me for my sessions. Which from the get-go struck me as a bit odd, since I'm used to therapy being a one-on-one thing. One would usually have a notepad to write things down, and the other did the majority of the talking.
They offered me no constructive advice. I would be telling them stories of my past and start crying, and then they seemed to get upset and look as if they're about to cry with me. They'd say "That's awful, I'm so sorry", and come to hug/hold me with some tissues. Which, I am grateful I had someone to vent to but like, a) I'm pretty sure therapists aren't supposed to touch you lol and b) I needed a therapist's advice, not a friend.
And the cherry on top; The oddest part was that every single session they hooked me up to some kind of brain wave monitoring device—I s***t you not. They never explained to me what it was, but I had to take out my piercings as they attached multiple suction cup looking things to my head, and on a screen it displayed little waves. Back then I just kind of went with it, and looking back I always think 'what the f*** was the point of that??"
So my sessions were basically crying with two Russian lad**s hugging me while a bunch of wires are attached to my head. It's actually a pretty hilarious image when I look back at it.