zombie thread, for the record.
So...this thread was me two years ago, sorry to bring a zombie thread back to life.
However, for posterity, I wanted to post again in case anyone is in my shoes some point and comes to Mumsnet looking for answers (MN is often my first/last port of call when I'm in a mess).
Firstly, I wanted to say thanks to everyone who helped me when I was at a really low point in my life. I know people take the piss out of Mumsnet but I have really been so alone sometimes, and strangers here have truly been the only people who have given a proper listening ear. @shovetheholly, your posts especially always stuck in my head for some reason.
Turns out my counsellor/therapist/whatever she is was indeed batshit, now the scales have finally fallen from my eyes her behaviour was so like the abusive relationships that wound me up in therapy to begin with that it is almost funny. I don't know whether she had good intentions but was useless, or if it was something more sinister, but either way my own well-being has paid the hefty price.
I don't doubt some people have been helped by therapy. However, when you are in a very vulnerable and desperate place it is difficult to see whether something is working, and the immense imbalance of power can so easily tip it into an damaging situation for you if you have an abusive/careless/just plain useless therapist.
I'm not trying to warn people off therapy, and I am truly pleased for people who have found good therapists.
I'm just saying "buyer beware". BACP membership or whatever is meaningless. If you have therapy and feel it's helping, great. If you feel it isn't, do not feel afraid to stop, and do not start to doubt yourself when the therapist very subtly but very definitely starts to make you feel like you are totally mad and therapy failures are your fault, and these new additional problems it has brought on will only be solved by further therapy. It's almost cult-like.
For a while, around 2-2.5 years onwards,, I had raised a point about feeling that I hadn't made any progress - the two major problems that I came into therapy for were still there, unresolved. She dismissed it by saying "but so what, xyz has happened!". It was as though she was wanking herself silly about having been a major player in my life achievements, while ignoring the fact that I was still drowning in sadness. Which really sucks when you are baring your absolute deepest sorrows, most embarrassing thoughts and biggest shame, and paying good money for the pleasure. And of course, any success was down to therapy. Any failure was down to me. That's not a good way for a therapist to make you feel.
The scales really started to fall from my eyes when I thought I had made a massive breakthrough by having placed completely normal and healthy boundaries in a potential new relationship (which turned out to be completely right as the guy was a complete arse, but that's a whole other story).
My boundaries had been really screwed, as a result of a cycle of abuse that started in childhood. However, I met someone, saw some massive red flags and then decided to be cautious, while at the same time not being so risk averse that I stifle myself.
I really felt I had turned a corner, I was pleased and feeling really positive, and really looked forward to telling my therapist at my next session. So I did. And then she started absolutely laying into me for having a victim mentality, and that I was being unfair to the poor guy who sounded like a nice bloke. (Him later proving himself to be the exact opposite of a nice bloke and her having to eat her words didn't give me as much satisfaction as I wish it did, sadly).
I won't go into the whole story as it's tedious (this post already is, of course!), but it's like she switched as soon as she realised I was starting to stand on my own two feet, and everything I said she turned back on me to beat me down even further. Then when I broke down she'd suddenly flip back into soothing therapist mode and insist she isn't trying to reject me.
She always shrouded things in therapist jargon. I am reasonably intelligent I think, but I just kept getting more and more confused by her using nebulous words like "process" and "grieiving" and "rejection" and "hearing". I know what all of those words mean, of course, but I kept asking her what exactly are we doing. She couldn't explain it.
So, not sure if therapy is shit, or I just had a shit therapist. Just saying to anyone else who is feeling that therapy is making you even more fucked up,, do not be afraid to question it. Ask Mumsnet. Listen to Mumsnet. Search for the "therapy is a con" blog on google. Read the book "Shouldn't I feel better by now?" Read and listen to everything David Smail has said. Listen to your gut instinct, don't let your therapist make you believe it is wrong. Educate yourself so that you can make an informed decision. Don't beat yourself up if you get it wrong.