I don't think they're all like this. If they were, I wouldn't see a therapist. I would dump mine quickly if he appeared to obtain gratification from any of my statements to him.
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You can see that I am far too defensive, can't you? Sorry, Bunny. I should have said that perhaps your t is different, and I really hope he is. But as I was writing I saw Dr M (glowering psychotherapist) in my mind, and I just felt very, very scared. Going to see a doctor of any kind is really hard for me; men or women. Going to see a male t is a thousand times worse. Not because of childhood issues, but because of revictimisation.
Thanks for all your encouragement. I looked at the website you mentioned, and it made it all very real again. There is no question of sexual abuse (because I can guard against that), but there was definite crossing of emotional (and at times physical) and professional boundaries, and there was a lot of emotional abuse and huge power games. I know that now, but I had no idea then. I asked what the rules are and he said there are no rules. There should have been!!
And all the blame has landed on me, as with some of those stories. Denial from the minister himself, who told his friend, and I assume also his wife and his bishop that I was emotionally unstable, heading for a breakdown, had developed an unnatural fixation for him and was in love with him.
Quite a lot of rejection for one very vulnerable person to take, all because he told me about his childhood, his abusive brother and mother, what his mother did to him and his brother, and what his brother did to his children. All in detail. All when I was supposed to be being counselled by him, and when he had stopped listening and started talking instead. And he said it was ok because we were 'friends'. We were never friends. He used me like my dad used me, for inappropriate emotional support. He knew things no-one else knew, and he used me and then threw me away.
I once read about t abuse, where it said that any kind of professional abuse is the same as incest, because the power relationships are the same as with a parent:child relationship. Which means that the emotional abuse from my parents was repeated with this t. And he is not the only one. He is the worst, because I learned a lot from this, about how to protect myself. But he did not protect me, any more than my parents ever did. And the bishop said the problem was mine, because I could not let go. But I was not holding on. I can't. I don't do dependency. I do supporting other people. And he used me for emotional support.
And later when I applied for ministry training myself, I was told I was 'insufficiently healed.' Same bishop. Long story. Better not go there.
I think I would like to cry, but there are no tears left.
I think the 'us' from my current t is herself and her team. Each person receiving psychiatric care in the UK is supposed to have a team, with a team leader, and there is supposed to be a care plan agreed with the patient. Lots of stuff like that. I have not met my team, and do not know who they are, and I do not know who the team leader is. It is not exactly empowering. Maybe I will ask her on Monday, if I can.