To be succinct and private.. My incubator worked me for weeks to build rapport and trust with me in my younger days, to get me to tell her a something that she would ultimately, and immediately use and weaponize against me and others.
This wasnt the first time I tried to have a relationship with her, but it did finally open my eyes and become the last. In the many many decades since, I've not so much as acknowledge her existence when crossing paths.
My mom did that with my psych meds. The kind of meds that break your brain if you stop abruptly and don't taper off. I'm lucky I found them because I hate the brain zaps.