Definition: The fragile illusion of trust vaporized when your therapist morphs into a boundary-stomping liability. It’s that gut-punch moment you realize the paid professional safeguarding your psyche is actually gossiping with your mom, hitting on you, or moonlighting as an unlicensed barstool confidant for your toxic ex.
True solidarity shatters when their “expertise” devolves into unsolicited Journey discography lectures, Enneagram evangelism, or Polaroid paparazzi antics. You’re left auditing their monologues instead of healing, wondering if your copay funds their stand-up debut or drunk dials. Record scratch. Therapy? More like trauma cosplay.
Example:
Discovering my therapist was gossiping with my mom shattered the trust, revealing her as a boundary-stompping liability instead of a safe space.
My copay seemed to fund his unsolicited Journey discography lectures rather than actual therapy, making sessions feel like useless trauma cosplay.