Well she sounds like she enjoys dispensing wisdom, power and the giddy joy that comes with blundering around someone's head. Lovely.
Her pressure on you to reveal details you specifically asked not to, is an sbuse of power. And shows how crude her understanding of other people is.
I'd heartily recommend finding another marriage counsellor. And don't think Relate is a shortcut for trained, experienced experts.
My Relate marriage counsellor was dire. I asked her about her training and qualifications, actually because I was interested to find out what types of psychology / counselling her style / techniques came from. But oh dear, she got riled and refused to answer saying that couples weren't allowed to ask her 'intrusive questions' and I was doing it as a play for power
found out later she hadn't actually got any proper qualifications or training. Which explains her anger, and deflection and blame onto me.
Mind you, she also agreed my husband should have sex with me whether I wanted to or not. So I shouldn't have been surprised by the lack of professional standing. But like a lot of people I thought relate meant a sign of quality, safety.
But no, she was terrible. I was to blame for everything, and she pandered to his engaging manner and flirting. It's not that all relate counsellors are bad, but they aren't a sign of good either.
This counsellor ended up normalising and endorsing the abuse, and actually condoning non consensual sex.
(Details about follow, don't read if you'll find it upsetting, I don't want to trigger anyone)
It was all my fault of course, even after I tried to explain that he hurt me during sex, and he had sex with me whether I wanted to or not. I also said that I was bleeding afterwards. And that I would be crying as it happened but it never seemed to matter. Oh and that he often started to have sex with me when I was asleep and I couldn't stop it. Looking back, it's blooming well clearly obvious what was happening... But at the time, not so much.
Apparently I was trying to control him by 'withholding sex', and that he was showing his bond with me, by sex. Which I should accept with good grace, and I should realise that sex is very important for alot of men within their ideal of marriage.
And as it was such a terribly abusive marriage, (another massive counselling no-no), and I was so cowed by the abuse, I thought she must have a point. So it carried on.
Oh but now, I had to do it with a smile. Because he had rights, the counsellor had told him so.
That woman did so much harm. Took me years longer, and much mumsnetting, to realise what it was. And call it by its name: Rape. Repeated, terrible rape.
And I can call her by her name too: Rape apologist evil beep x x x x (censored for mumsnetters :)