My therapist revealed the man was his client. He wanted to set us up.
The truth was that going to a group therapy session once a week for eight weeks sounded like a nightmare.
The truth was that going to a group therapy session once a week for eight weeks sounded like a nightmare. In the end, I'm so glad I went!
The most valuable thing though, being a therapist with mental illness, is that I get it. I know how desperate you feel to change your life.
I first realized my desire to help people back in P.S.
My therapist of six months — let’s call her L — was letting me go. It was so subtle that I wasn’t even sure what was happening; I had to ask.
When I left sobbing it wasn’t from a breakthrough — it was out of annoyance and hopelessness. Image: Thinkstock.
I’m not broken by this therapy failure. Jane wasn't the person to help me at this point of my life. Someone else WILL be.
I feel I got the short end of the stick because of emotional and financial costs I am still paying for what he did — the grooming, the mind games, the violation of my body and my agency, the disregard for my mental and physical well-being, the purposeful isolation from friends and family. I have already spent a decade in therapy trying to find solid ground, struggling to revive even a shadow of the person I used to be.
As an adult, I’ve experienced more trauma than I ever knew possible. Between multiple sexual assaults, the unexpected death of my first child, the highly traumatic birth of my second child and his subsequent months spent in the NICU, I am often surprised that I am still standing.
"The therapy experience is as unique as you and the person you are seeing. Unlike the doctor/patient experience, it's not all about science. It's a relationship based on compatibility, communication and trust."