"His hands were rough. But his voice? His voice was smooth as it rang in my ear with the words: "You're getting sleepy. You're getting excited." And, finally, "You're going to forget what I do to you next." I never believed in hypnosis. People losing control of their bodies; losing their memories with the snap of the finger? Didn’t seem plausible. That was… until my mother passed. Suddenly. When it wasn't pounding or spinning, my head would tell me I needed to eat, needed to sleep, needed to get up and move on. Or at least try. But my body wouldn’t budge. It was like a trance. I was stuck...at the fourth stage of grief. All I wanted...was to forget. Then one day, my friend Katie recommended I see a therapist. Dr. Bateman. I was nervous going in. So nervous in fact, I remember blurting out, “It’s my first time,” before quickly adding, “Oh, in therapy, of course”. He let out a laugh and assured me this first session would be a breeze. We’d just get to know each, talk a little about why I’d made a booking, and figure out how we – or really how I - could move forward. And for the first time - in a long time - I didn't feel as lost. I don’t remember too much about what we talked about, but by the time I left his office, I had already booked my next appointment. But it was after my second visit to Dr. Bateman that I noticed something was off. Inside my car, just outside his office, I noticed that my shirt buttons were done wrong, and everything was wonky. I call Katie, almost immediately, to tell her about it, how I don't remember what had happened during this second session. But to my horror, she replied, "second session? You've been seeing Bateman weekly, for two months now." (Pause) "What?" I couldn't remember anything. I couldn't even remember what his office looked like despite the fact that I had apparently spent hours in there. There was a short pause before Katie finally told me to meet her at the police station. There, I told the officers that there was no medication, no drinking, no history of mental illness. Katie confirmed all this, and as we looked through my schedule, we not only found that I had visited him 9 times, but there was another appointment: next week. The officers agreed to look into it. But they needed my help. My word - the word of a mourning daughter with memory loss - just wasn't enough for them to barge into the doctor's life and take him in for questioning. So we devised a plan - a plan where I would be the bait. And so, the following week, when my appointment with Dr. Bateman finally came around, I remember walking into his building with a hidden microphone under my shirt, and a hidden camera inside my purse. Both were being monitored by the officers who wanted as much as I did to know wha ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxw3OCFpwHw

Relationships from the start are always full of love and rainbows and butterflies but some relationships turn after the promotion period and boundaries and lines are crossed. This is a story about how a girl who noticed a change in the person who she was with, who she helped to guide through what a relationship is and bravely ended it even though she was scared. Breaks up are not easy but if you feel like you're not being treated how you should be, then it's better to end it rather than torture yourself staying in the toxic relationship. ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-esfM38hfNY