OK, I have been seeing T for two years now. After around 9 months, in October two years ago, we had a conversation about my diagnosis (dx for short from here on out). She said we might want to change it from adjustment disorder to anxiety disorder, because adjustment disorder is viewed by insurance and short term. I was unhappy with this suggestion and we got into an email conversation in which I argued that I didn't have an anxiety disorder (in fact I later realized this had triggered the memory of finding out my mom had run around telling people I had an eating disorder when there was absolutely no evidence for it).
I *thought* we agreed that she would leave the dx as adjustment disorder for the time being. But the next time we discussed it, last June, I found out she'd already changed it to anxiety disorder without telling me. Furthermore, because she didn't explain it very much, I thought it was generalized anxiety disorder rather than anxiety disorder NOS (not otherwise specified). I kind of objected to this, whereupon T said some things which I at least remembered as "I am just working the system like everyone else" and "but it gets you more stuff." So I left the conversation believing that:
1. I had a dx of GAD
2. T did not think I actually had GAD
3. T merely put down this dx in order to get insurance reimbursement
I was troubled about this and talked to some people about it, as well as posting about it on another forum. The general reaction I got is "why would you care about your insurance company??" so I decided maybe this was T's issue to worry about not mine, and I was being weird about it or something. Anyway we had some long breaks that summer and I tried to terminate in August. However, early that fall, due to health issues things got really rough in my marriage and I ended up not really terminating.
Around 8 weeks ago I started T school, and I started reading and learning about ethics and diagnosis, and of course all of these issues were now back in my mind. I tried to talk about it some with T, which was OK, and I found out what my actual dx was. T apologized if she had sounded "flip" about it previously but stated she had not done anything unethical. But then in class the same night my professor gave an example of a T using diagnosis unethically which exactly described how I had understood what happened with my T. Basically she said if someone in private practice sees a client who isn't really impaired enough to warrant a diagnosis, but they do have some symptoms, a T might give them a dx anyway so that their insurance will pay, but this is unethical and considered fraud. (My textbook further said 40% of counselors have admitted to doing this at some time).
So I emailed T about this on a Friday (edit: I think it was Thursday night), hoping she would call. I said that now that I knew my real dx (anxiety disorder NOS), I didn't even really disagree with it, but that I didn't understand why her previous communication about it had been so vague and shady-sounding. She didn't email me until more than 24 hours later, in which she said that what I thought she said "didn't sound like something she would say" and that if she DID say it, it was "inappropriate and unprofessional but not shady." Suddenly I'm like, why is she invalidating me? Why is she so defensive about this? And with the discrepancy between what I understood from her earlier, and her current stance, did it mean that she was lying to me now to cover her a**? This was all very upsetting, and I left her a phone message saying so. Again, I didn't hear back for more than 24 hours, and then it was her calling me with barely any voice, saying she had laryngitis, and could we wait until Tuesday (2 days later) to schedule for me to come in and talk about this issue. I was shocked to hear how sick she was and said OK.
But she didn't call me on Tuesday until late in the evening, saying she had left her appointment book at home, asking me for times that would work for me. I was so far gone by this point that I let her call go to VM and didn't answer the message. I didn't answer her call the next morning, either. Finally after she emailed me saying I hadn't answered her calls, I left her a message saying I didn't want to come in the next day (Friday) and that I had a conflict with my next scheduled appointment, also (which was true). I didn't hear back from her and finally emailed her to say that I was furious with her, trying to explain why, saying I didn't want to cut her off cold but I didn't see viable alternatives. The next day she spent half an hour on the phone trying to persuade me to come in anyway, while I was basically busy trying to decide whether or not she had been lying through her teeth to me. She seemed confused by the mere idea that she could have fudged a dx or that she would hide this from me. Finally I decided she was too confused to be lying so I agreed to come in today (Monday).
When I got there it was freezing out and her office was locked so I had to wait in my car. When she finally got there her whole office was freezing and I spent the first 5 minutes shivering under some blankets trying to warm up. Then I tried to explain the situation to T but she kept saying stuff like "I don't understand what else you want me to do to repair this" and "I thought I already blah blah blah..." I had to explain everything to her in excruciating detail. She didn't even understand WHY or HOW someone would misdiagnose on purpose (even though it's common practice although unethical). I guess in her mind, if you're bad enough to want therapy, you qualify for at least an adjustment disorder? I asked if she was frustrated with me and she said yes, but that I was also frustrated with her. I was starving for some empathy or validation but didn't get much if any.
Finally I rather weakly said "I'm sorry I'm so hard to understand." She responded by saying if I'm not understood, maybe it's because I'm not communicating much. This, while true, was not relevant to the current situation as I'd been doing everything I could to explain to her. Plus I felt like she was arguing with my and hadn't heard any of the feeling in what I said. Finally I told her she wasn't hearing the feelings and actually said something like "would it kill you to just make an empathic reflection?" She started listening a little better after that, but pretty soon it was already 15 minutes over the hour. I knew she didn't have any other clients today so I said I'd like to finish what we were talking about but didn't know it was an option. She said we could continue but insurance wouldn't pay for the extra time so she would have to bill me for it. At that point I felt trapped as I was already over, about to get billed for the first time ever, and in no shape to leave. Plus under the circumstances it just felt cold. Like, maybe we wouldn't have gone over if you had just listened to me instead of arguing! Maybe I wouldn't be here in the first place if you had been more careful about how you talked about my dx! So I started sobbing hysterically and didn't really manage to leave until like 1:45 after my appointment time. While I was sitting there bawling, T asked if she could come sit next to me and I said no. I eventually pulled it together, we talked some more. I mentioned I was sensitive to the issue of whether she would lie to me since my dad who I was close to cheated on my mom with someone he was in a professional relationship with (hence it was unethical for that reason also) and then lied about it, and my mom exploited this fact for the entire time I was growing up to sow even more mistrust in me about him. But my mom wouldn't let me talk about this to almost anyone because she was afraid that he would lose his job because of it.
Anyway, what the hell T with the lack of empathy??? I was afraid my own T was lying to me to save her a** from getting reported, is that so hard to understand why it would be upsetting? Now I have all kinds of midterms to write and I feel so tired. All I really wanted to do today was collapse in T's arms and cry and instead I got unempathic, frustrated-with-me, why-would-you-think-that-about-me T and had to endlessly explain and argue for myself and it sucked
Sorry I wrote so much, just needed to tell the story and hopefully get some empathy finally...