My local writing group has strict rules about how we critique the story, not the author.
Nonetheless, when I put “Anger is a Porcupine, Sadness is a Fish” through, the then-leader decided it was about her & I was subjected to several senior-most members—people I thought of as friends—picking apart every aspect of my feelings & intentions. It was humiliating, heartbreaking, and my trust in the group never really recovered.
Honestly, I’m still kind of broken up and angry about how I was treated over it to this day.