I had a visit from The Fraud Police recently. It was rough.
As a therapist I pride myself on knowing my shit. I’m well educated, experienced and enthusiastic about my work. More often then not clients leave my clinic with a great sense of having being treated well and to the fullest quality. I leave thinking, I love my job and I’m really good at it, yay for me.
There are times when a session doesn’t reach the therapeutic resolve I would like to see. It is possible, after one session, a client can leave less than content that I haven’t cured them forever and ever.