I've seen 4 counsellors altogether.
First one I was referred to by the homeless persons shelter I was staying in. It was a free church sponsered counsellor. I was about 18 and attended with my keyworker. I didn't really click with her but I talked alot about my childhood and the abuse. I actually felt this counsellor blamed me. She kept interjecting with comments like. 'Well what was wrong with your mother?' I don't understand why you didn't say anything? Why dodn't you speak to a relative etc.
I had a feeling she was discussing what I said in sessions with my Keyworker, who became increasingly hostile towards me and kept piling pressure on me to tell the police. On about the sixth session, the counsellor said I didn't need anymore counselling. Frankly I think she knew she was out of her depth, or she just didn't like me and felt it wasn't going anywhere. I felt betrayed actually, since I had talked in depth for the first time.
The second time I was referred through my doctor. A man. He insisted I tell all the graphic details. I was going through a dark period, was on my own about early twenties, and didn't want to talk details, just how the abuse made me feel. He started to become increasingly insistent on details and stopped my counselling after a short time because I was being un-ciooperative.
Third counsellor was based in a college. She was quite nice, but they were overloaded with cases and I can't quite remember why, but I had to wait for her to contact me to arrange session times. After a few sessions she didn't phone back and when I went looking for her I was told no one of that name worked there. - I didn't dig very long though. I suppose I could have pushed it but was very depressed and on meds at the time.
Fourth counsellor was more of a disappointing experience. Again through doctors. Took ages to be referred, the waiting list was 4 months. I felt bleak all through it. I had to have weekly sessions with the doctor in the meantime, who wasn't much help to be honest, and kept asking me how my sex life was and questioning my lack of sexual partners. I kid you not.
In the end I went and saw this very nice woman and it wasn't her fault really, had a few more sessions, felt I really clicked, was really understood, started to really open up, then she told me 'Oh she wasn't my real counsellor, oh, didn't the doctor tell me that she was just an interim assessor? She was just there to assess what type of therapy would best suit my needs. Oh but I must read about the separate therapies by getting books from the library and then get back to her so we could discuss which would be best. Oh and it would take at least another 6 months before I saw anyone, and even then the therapy might not be appropriate.
I was so disappointed because I really wanted the help so badly there and then and I felt a bit betrayed by her giving me the feeling she was my counsellor. I have never been for counselling since. Each time I was left having to pick my tattered emotions up and carry on. Since the I don't put much store in counselling.
I will vouch for the Samaritans though, they are brill in an emergency or just to talk. That has worked better for me.