ABSTRACT
So I was grinning like a Cheshire cat. We had arrived and had the accreditation for our Marriage and Family Therapy (MFT) degree program. We had passed all the tests and hit our stride as a staff in teaching and our style of supervision. In short, we were “cooking with gas.” And then, one of my best reflecting teams went to hell in a hand basket. Its members simply stopped working well together. There was an air of tension in the room that would not go away. The quality of our work began to deteriorate; our group had obviously become fragmented. We were becoming more dysfunctional than the families with whom we worked. I received a wake-up call that I will never forget.
