Ok, so my experience...
I’ve just finished about a year of weekly counselling sessions which I paid £25 a week for with a wonderful counsellor. I can’t speak highly enough of her and I will go into more details in a minute.
Many years ago, I had a relative die...she was effectively euthanised against her and the family’s will and it was something she was never asked consent for. She was basically put into a coma and pumped full of morphine and other drugs that were dangerous in high doses because she was old and costing the NHS a lot of money. She wasn’t dying but she was dead in a few days after she was starved of food and water and pumped full of drugs she didn’t need. We believed she was being treated for a mild chest infection by community nurses who came into our home and set up a syringe driver telling us “these drugs will help her breathing”. I was very young at the time and was left feeling like I stood by and watched whilst she was killed. It was also the first significant death in my life and I’d been there with the body and at the moment of death etc. I was offered counselling for complex grief at my local hospice and attended two sessions.
The first counsellor I saw was a supervisor, very experienced and great. I felt listened too and like she understood. She explained she just assessed clients and then passed me on to another person for my second session. This person was a student and came across as being very self obsessed. Looks shouldn’t matter but her image was quite overpowering, she was very Katie Price with lots of jewellery that jangled loudly, fake tan and lashes and very overdressed and a loud, in your face personality to match. I was sat there broken, very depressed, in my twenties but feeling ancient and so far away from this person. She was an awful listener and came across as so fake! When I was speaking she was just waiting her turn to talk and saying things in a fake, sing song voice, full of her own self importance,
“OH MY GAWWWWWD SHAAAAAADDDYYYY. You. Must. Feel. Like a MURDERER. I’m hearing that...like YOU murdered your RELATIVE. And you are coming across as absolutely DISTRAUGHT and HYSTERICAL!”
I was quiet, barely speaking and basically just very sad, not hysterical or distraught. I also hadn’t felt like a murderer until she said that and it took me a long time afterwards to understand that I had put my trust in the NHS and it was the GP and Nurses that had failed my relative and our family. I felt she was putting all the blame on me and like she wasn’t hearing me at all. I never went back.
I also had another therapist at the hospice who was supposed to be helping me using homeopathy with not sleeping and feeling anxious following my relative’s death. I saw her once for about 20 minutes. Bearing in mind this was before the funeral, about a week after the death, she told me “You are very physically attractive but you send out such a negative vibe through constantly feeling sorry for yourself, I could understand that no one would want to be around you and you won’t have any friends. You’ve got a very negative personality. You should smile. It’s physically impossible to smile and feel negative emotions. Smile now and show me. Walk around with a smile on your face and you’ll feel better and you won’t be so offputting to people.”
I had friends but she made me feel like I was an awful person who didn’t deserve friendships. It was just terrible but I was in such a rotten place and she was a professional so I just accepted what she said as the truth. Looking back now, I wished I’d made a formal complaint but I thought that would have just been proof that I was a negative person!
With the situation with my counsellor that was wonderful, my experiences with these two women at the hospice and free counselling/therapy, I decided even though I couldn’t afford it easily to pay for counselling and choose the person I really wanted.
I’d done many years of work on myself but was stuck. I’d experienced a lot of abuse and neglect as a child and was stuck in life and unable to look after my needs properly. Self hatred was holding me back in every area of my life and I wasnt able to express or even feel certain emotions. I felt dead inside and like I had no future.
Far from her website offering solutions to every problem, she was very specific about what she could help with. I saw she had LOADS of experience, didn’t just use one approach and seemed to have a lot of tools to use. She was BACP registered and registered with a religious body of counsellors and as I was raised in that religion, I knew she would understand my mindset.
Another relative had seen an atheist counsellor who encouraged her to do things that were against her religion and to ditch her religion, which was one of the only positive things she had in her life. It had been really traumatising for her and when she eventually went back to her religion (because she needed it to make sense of her life) she felt so much internalised guilt and shame. I didn’t want to go down that route!
My counsellor, I feel, was meant to be in my life. She modelled to me how I should have been raised, with self esteem, nurturing and love. She showed me how to care for myself and love myself properly. She was a good mother figure but very careful and respectful of boundaries and utterly, utterly professional. She made it safe for me to say, or not say, whatever I wanted. She really listened properly. She made it clear it was me that was putting the work in and doing the hard stuff, she was just encouraging it. She sought my consent over everything and asked often if there was anything I was unhappy with in her approach and if she could do anything differently.
My life has changed because of this counselling. My living circumstances, career and relationships have changed for the better. Things are possible now that never were because I have developed a healthier sense of self and of others, better listening and thinking skills and my core beliefs have changed for the better.
I’ve often heard people say counselling doesn’t work. I’d say counselling doesn’t always work for a variety of reasons but often, it can and does. It should be regulated better than it is for sure but counsellors, good counsellors, are desperately needed and counselling and therapy certainly have their place in society.