It was about 2.5 years ago, I couldn't get anyone to have DD1 so I took her with me, we were in the middle of potty training. She needed the loo, so I took her, then asked her to wash her hands and she went into MELT DOWN screaming crying, 'I don't want to wash my hands' the usual 2 year old sort of thing. I went back into the therapists room (DD1 all teary eyed and sulking) and she looked me straight in the eye and said
T:Did you just hit your daughter?
Me:I beg your pardon?
T:Children don't cry like that unless their scared. She sounded scared, did you hit her?
Me:No! She had a tantrum as I asked her to do something she didn't want to do.
Tpointing at DD1)That is a scared child, happy children don't look like that.
Me:I didn't lay a finger on her.
T:I think you need to be more honest with yourself.
Me: Bye!!
So I complained and asked for a different therapist in the practice, I didn't go into details just said I wasn't comfortable being treated by here...some crap about my problems being social not psychiatric and they didn't think that I was open to treatment so they were discharging me.