If I could give this place negative stars, I would. I had the most traumatizing experience a couple of years ago at NBI and I'm just now gathering the courage to write about it. I'm even thinking of taking up legal action against this place, and specifically Katia Moritz. I should have done it a long time ago, but I'm only getting over my issues at this point. You see, I have suffered from severe OCD my entire life. In 2015, the symptoms became debilitating. I was borderline agoraphobic. I only ever left the house for my appointments at NBI. I had dropped out of school, quit my job, and said goodbye to my social life. That's why I didn't do anything at the time. Going to court was impossible for me. But now that I have my life back, oh boy, do I have stuff to say. At this "treatment" facility, they do something called exposure therapy, in which they expose you to your worst fears caused by OCD. The purpose of exposure therapy is to slowly and gradually build you up with a tolerance for your phobias. But slow and gradual were not NBI's methods. They push you right into the exposures. And what's worse, and also unethical, is that they have a rule that you can't stop or walk out of the exposure if you start to feel overwhelmed. That's what happened to me. I was having a session with Dr. Moritz when I felt like it was becoming too much for me. I started having a panic attack. I said to her "I'm sorry, but I need to leave." Without any empathy, she told me "You're not going anywhere. We're going to finish our session." I scoffed in disbelief and headed for the door. Dr. Moritz then proceeded to get another therapist to physically barricade the front door with his body. Obviously, I felt trapped, so I began to panic even more. I started pacing back and forth and hyperventilating. Dr. Moritz didn't care. Now, if you're thinking that her concern was that I shouldn't be driving in the middle of a panic attack, it wasn't, because my mother was there. She was my ride. She would have driven me home. So my mother is standing there helplessly not knowing what to do. She wants to get me out of there, but she feels like she can't do anything. She tried insisting that these sad excuses for doctors let me go, but they told her what they told me. I couldn't leave until I calmed down. Eventually, I did calm down. I sat there peacefully and said in a soft voice "Ok. I'm better. Now can I go home?" Dr. Moritz still refused to let me out of the building. Thus, my panic attack started all over. I was pulling my hair and screaming. I said something that was quite unfortunate to Dr. Moritz, which I guess she took literally. I believe my exact words were "I hate you, you b****." This woman responded to that by calling the cops because she claimed that I was a threat to myself and others. So the police arrived, they tossed me onto the couch face first, and they handcuffed me behind my back. As this happened, my breathing became so much more erratic that my vision became blurry and my entire body went numb. I very nearly passed out. Luckily, there was a very nice paramedic there as well to evaluate me. He took one look at my face and said "Her pupils are extremely dilated and she can barely breathe. This situation you're putting her in is only escalating the panic attack. You need to let her go now. This girl is harmless. It's just her anxiety that's making her do this." So the police uncuffed me and they went to Dr. Moritz in private. A few minutes later, Moritz and the police stepped back in, and with her permission, I left. The next day, she called me and said she wanted me to come back. I was like "Hell no!" You know what she said? "If you don't come to me, I'll come to you. Remember, I know where you live." How's THAT for an actual threat? Anyway, this whole ordeal left me totally untrusting of any other therapist and I remained an agoraphobe, afraid to seek help elsewhere. Finally, at some point, I decided to get help again with somebody new. Dr. Jennifer Hochman helped me become the person that I am today. She did exposure therapy right. That, plus a change in meds did wonders. At this new place, The OCD Research Center, Dr. Hochman actually cared about me. It was more than just a business for her. At NBI, they just want to suck you dry of money, insisting that you need two to three sessions with different therapists daily at least five times a week. They would throw you around from one doctor to the next. They ran the place like a factory where you were an object on a production line instead of a mental health facility where you're a person who needs help. Dr. Hochman, however, took her time with me. She very slowly built me up to bigger things. We started out doing little stuff that I wasn't too uncomfortable with, then gradually moved along. And if I ever felt overwhelmed, I was allowed to stop and go home whenever I wanted. DO NOT GO TO NBI! They will hold you against your will. read more