Worst three weeks of my life. I’ve had a lot of trauma by the hands of men and i was assigned a male therapist, something i’d NEVER had before. When i asked for a female therapist, they refused and told me i needed to “go through this journey with a man” whatever that’s supposed to mean. So the whole time i was there i didn’t even get the help i needed because i was uncomfortable with my therapist. (He was also kind of a creep.) oh, and now i’m $6,000 in debt because they neglected to inform me my insurance was kicking me out until the NIGHT BEFORE, when i live six hours away. so i has to pay $5,000 to be there until 10am. Thanks, Adolescent Growth!