I did, for 2 years. Started okay, but eventually devolved into him literally insulting me. He used a lot of anecdotal experiences to try and make my problems seem like they aren't that big of a deal. He may as well have told me there are quadruple amputees who somehow love life, so what's my excuse? His slow burn, from a warm, friendly shoulder to lean on into a fucking vile, belittling cuntrag made me feel more suicidal than anything else has in my life.
I don't know how much I want to shop around for another therapist when it's always possible they'll end up doing the same thing. Start out fine, maybe even great, but eventually they turn into a terrible person and just start reversing any good they ever did me, and I don't realize how wretched they've become until I find myself 3 steps away from a noose.