I used to work for a counselling charity and some of the people who applied for training were total loons. There were a lot of people who thought that they would make fantastic counsellers because they had loads of problems. They scared me.
But there were also a lot of fantastic people (some of whom had been through a lot of life stuff) who were realistic,down to earth and dedicated. I am certain these people did an awful lot of good and helped many people in crisis.
My SIL was a 'counsellor' (bloody hell is it an O or and E?) and she made my hair curl. Totally untrained, unprofessional and had no boundaries. She was dangerous.
How can all counselling be crap and self indulgent?
When my DD died who was I supposed to talk to? My OH who was covered in his own grief? My kids? My family who had no clue about what I had seen and how could I share those things with them? How could I put those images in their heads?
I needed to talk about the horrors that had happened to DD, about the things I had to see, the pain and the guilt and the utter desperation I felt. How could I tell a friend or family member that I wanted to go with her?
Should I have sucked it up and got on with it? Bollocks to that. I needed to talk to someone. It didnt bring her back but at least I could get some of the rage out.