NightSky
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I have written on here over the years regarding various difficulties in therapy, especially around the amount of time my therapist would cancel or go on vacations or take leaves.
She had a near death experience last year and sought therapy herself, and in doing so found someone who is trained in brainspotting, emdr, and has extensive practice treating trauma. She told me she wanted to see if this person would do emdr with me to supplement our work. A couple of months into meeting with both of them, my first therapist went away for three weeks. She had texted me that she was going away, with the date (she didn’t want to tell me in person) but didn’t tell me for how long. When I texted asking if she away asking if she was really going to be gone for weeks she said yes and she had told me that. (She hadn’t.)
I halted work with her for a while, asking for a break while I figured out how to handle therapy moving forward and she said she was sorry if I felt lines had been blurred. We then met a few times over the last year to try and wrap things up. But in hindsight (and insight from current T) I’m recognizing how messed up the situation was.
We had a lot of overlapping circles and blurred boundaries. I knew that going in. We live in the same rural area. I Went to the church where her husband was pastor. Craziest of all, my mother had been her therapist years before I initially met with her. Looking back, she shouldn’t have agreed to meet with me at all. But in our area she is known as the best Christian counselor and at the time that was important to me.
During the years I was working with her, my husband began working for her husband at the church. The four of us became friends and would get together at their house, would go out for dinner (where my T would drink and be much different than in the therapy room) and she would tell me a lot about her life, often going on tangents in session, showing me pictures etc. She would say that her role as my therapist came first. And that although it went against what she was taught, she knew what she was doing. And I believed her. I developed a very strong attachment to her. But flip flopped between feeling like her client and feeling like her friend. My friends would tell me to get out and report her. I would talk to her about it and she would said they didn’t understand our relationship. Or they just didn’t like her.
Her husband would tell me how special I was to her. I believed it.
It’s not until a year later working with someone qualified that I realize how messed up the situation was. I had no idea what a difference it would make working with someone qualified to treat me. I don’t have half the issues I had while working with her. She would tell me I had disorganized attachment and abandonment fears and that’s why I would react strongly to all her time off. When in fact I just have a hard time maintaining connection and had to work to re-establish it when she returned and that got exhausting. I spiraled so often because I had no tools. She was the tool. She said she was my lifeline. I was convinced that if I I started with someone new the same thing would happen because the problem was me.
But it hasn’t. My new T is consistent and has boundaries. She has helped me more in a year than previous T did in ten years. I don’t spiral nearly as often because she offers support via extra sessions when needed. If she takes time off she asks me how I’m feeling about it. She helps me understand my reactions and doesn’t get defensive. My old T told me about how she went home to her husband so upset when I cried about her going away, and he reassured her that she was a good therapist. That happened numerous times. This created a dynamic where I felt like I needed to protect her and felt terrible for my reactions (also- breach of confidentiality??) she also contacted one of our mutual friends to check on me once when I wasn’t doing well. So I stopped telling her when I was that low. Which was dangerous.
It recreated the same dynamic I have with my family of shielding them from myself and protecting them. My new therapist diagnosed me with DID, and my old therapist had a meltdown about how she missed it and she was terrible therapist. Meanwhile I was grappling with the diagnosis but felt I had to made her feel better. I cared so much about her. That complicated it all for me.
It has taken this past year for me to learn how real therapy works, and to see all of the complications caused by my old T’s unethical behavior. Not to mention the insane amount of money I spent on sessions. And I’m wondering if I should report her. From what I can tell, breaching confidentially, blurred boundaries, and practicing outside of their scope of qualification are all reportable. But I continued to work with her so I feel like much of it is on me?
It has caused so much grief, ending that relationship that was in some ways my world for the last ten years. I want to make sure no one else has to go through that and she only treats people she’s qualified to treat…
She had a near death experience last year and sought therapy herself, and in doing so found someone who is trained in brainspotting, emdr, and has extensive practice treating trauma. She told me she wanted to see if this person would do emdr with me to supplement our work. A couple of months into meeting with both of them, my first therapist went away for three weeks. She had texted me that she was going away, with the date (she didn’t want to tell me in person) but didn’t tell me for how long. When I texted asking if she away asking if she was really going to be gone for weeks she said yes and she had told me that. (She hadn’t.)
I halted work with her for a while, asking for a break while I figured out how to handle therapy moving forward and she said she was sorry if I felt lines had been blurred. We then met a few times over the last year to try and wrap things up. But in hindsight (and insight from current T) I’m recognizing how messed up the situation was.
We had a lot of overlapping circles and blurred boundaries. I knew that going in. We live in the same rural area. I Went to the church where her husband was pastor. Craziest of all, my mother had been her therapist years before I initially met with her. Looking back, she shouldn’t have agreed to meet with me at all. But in our area she is known as the best Christian counselor and at the time that was important to me.
During the years I was working with her, my husband began working for her husband at the church. The four of us became friends and would get together at their house, would go out for dinner (where my T would drink and be much different than in the therapy room) and she would tell me a lot about her life, often going on tangents in session, showing me pictures etc. She would say that her role as my therapist came first. And that although it went against what she was taught, she knew what she was doing. And I believed her. I developed a very strong attachment to her. But flip flopped between feeling like her client and feeling like her friend. My friends would tell me to get out and report her. I would talk to her about it and she would said they didn’t understand our relationship. Or they just didn’t like her.
Her husband would tell me how special I was to her. I believed it.
It’s not until a year later working with someone qualified that I realize how messed up the situation was. I had no idea what a difference it would make working with someone qualified to treat me. I don’t have half the issues I had while working with her. She would tell me I had disorganized attachment and abandonment fears and that’s why I would react strongly to all her time off. When in fact I just have a hard time maintaining connection and had to work to re-establish it when she returned and that got exhausting. I spiraled so often because I had no tools. She was the tool. She said she was my lifeline. I was convinced that if I I started with someone new the same thing would happen because the problem was me.
But it hasn’t. My new T is consistent and has boundaries. She has helped me more in a year than previous T did in ten years. I don’t spiral nearly as often because she offers support via extra sessions when needed. If she takes time off she asks me how I’m feeling about it. She helps me understand my reactions and doesn’t get defensive. My old T told me about how she went home to her husband so upset when I cried about her going away, and he reassured her that she was a good therapist. That happened numerous times. This created a dynamic where I felt like I needed to protect her and felt terrible for my reactions (also- breach of confidentiality??) she also contacted one of our mutual friends to check on me once when I wasn’t doing well. So I stopped telling her when I was that low. Which was dangerous.
It recreated the same dynamic I have with my family of shielding them from myself and protecting them. My new therapist diagnosed me with DID, and my old therapist had a meltdown about how she missed it and she was terrible therapist. Meanwhile I was grappling with the diagnosis but felt I had to made her feel better. I cared so much about her. That complicated it all for me.
It has taken this past year for me to learn how real therapy works, and to see all of the complications caused by my old T’s unethical behavior. Not to mention the insane amount of money I spent on sessions. And I’m wondering if I should report her. From what I can tell, breaching confidentially, blurred boundaries, and practicing outside of their scope of qualification are all reportable. But I continued to work with her so I feel like much of it is on me?
It has caused so much grief, ending that relationship that was in some ways my world for the last ten years. I want to make sure no one else has to go through that and she only treats people she’s qualified to treat…