"After losing a baby mid-way through pregnancy, I started to experience higher than normal levels of anxiety. I reached out to a mental health clinic, who introduced me to one of their pyschotherapist to help manage my anxiety.
I have a family history of mental health conditions. The therapist was very quick to diagnose me with a serious mental health condition, which he was not qualified to do; this should only be done by a medical doctor. However I was not aware of this, trusted his diagnosis and subsequently went on an extensive course of sessions with the view he would, "treat my illness". The therapist also said I should do sessions via his private practive rather than the clinic, which again I mistakenly agreed too (given my anxiety about the alleged illness and desperation to get better).
After a couple of months of getting worse and developing intrusive throughts, the therapist asked me to spend alot more money on advanced therapy I was told I needed. This raised my suspicions; I decided to part company with the therapist and raise my concerns about their methods with the clinic. They investigated the therapist and found other patients had also been misdiagnosed & were getting worse. Sadly, the therapist was also found to have forged accreditation certificates from the industry's voluntary regulators.
My actions angered the therapist, who started harrassing me, leading me to seek Police and legal support to protect myself.
The whole experience ultimately increased my anxiety. However, with the correct support I managed to get myself better and move on with my life.
I wanted to share this story, as I think therapists need better regulation, because "rogue" operators have the ability to cause intense harm to their patients."
"I was really messed up by a therapist who, 'turned on me' after I said I was terminating the sessions. I had really liked him - he was down to earth and seemed kind. But I thought I was getting worse not better and didn't think the relationship was good for me. He became accusing and angry - suggested I was a bad mum, and used psychological terminology that left me thinking I might have something very wrong mentally; I don't, but because I trusted him, it really stuck in my mind. He blamed me for it not working out and told me I had chosen the wrong type of therapist.
I felt really powerless and wasn't able to find any words to stand up for myself. It sounds weird, but I was left with trauma after that. Being suddenly turned on by someone I trusted, and had trusted with a lot of very personal information.
I went to see another therapist a few months later and realised how therapy is supposed to be. She had really clear boundaries and treated me with respect. I realised that he had been playing mind games with me long before that last session when he, 'turned on me'. I'm grateful to her for helping me get back to 'me' again. But I'm cross about all the time and money I spent with him and on how hard to had to fight to recover afterwards. He was officially registered with an industry body - but worked privately from home, and it all felt a bit like he was operating by his own rules. I think the profession needs a lot more regulation."
"As he left forever, Man A said, "Forget about Man B & move on", but I couldn't manage it.
Man B had been my therapist, but he had mangled my mind (& my body with his manhood).
Man B maintained my allegations were manifestly untrue & employed a legal man to malign me.
They claimed Man C was the bad man & that I was muddled, mad or mendacious.
So I went to see Man D, a psychologist. Man D mainly tries to mitigate the effects of malice from man-sized atrocities.
I wondered if Man D had PTSD from managing so many mental messes of such magnitude (& medical matters).
Man D thought Man B had not behaved like a member of mankind should, but felt my main issue was man E (he & his friends meddled with minors). I said what Man E had done to me was many moons ago & the harm no longer manifest.
Man D disagreed & also mentioned mandatory discussions with a Police-man.
I fear (& loved-forgive me) man E & am terrified of his friends.
I didn't manage to tell the Police, so the risk (& my guilt) go unmanaged. Nor did my mate who still lives amongst the bad men. <1% chance of justice for the man even if we had.
This week though, I decided, no more malevolent men or mental health meetings.
I will emancipate myself from others' misdemeanours, misapprehensions or mandates. I will be a mannequin in a manhole no more!
My new mantra: keep my mana & seek out the best of rainbow-gendered (non-man) KIND"