The Danger of Psycho-therapy

Many times when lesbians attend therapists, (this probably holds true for Gays as well)
they have to spend the first session going through the usual; ‘no, I wasn’t abused by my
mother, sister, uncle, father, cousin, milkman..’, which usually gets the ‘why are you so
defensive?’ response.

Newbies, however, might be confused into remembering events that never happened, or
never happened that way, because even gay/lesbian therapists usually start with
the premises that you got ‘here’ because of…..

Take Shirley.

She had a really weird past.

When she was about nine months old she went to live with her Aunt who had
just lost her two year old daughter Ellen. 

Her parents were in a bad place, so thought to ’spare’ Shirley, and as Auntie May
was so avid and had everything already, so went Shirley.

Auntie May began to call Shirley ‘Ellen‘, and treat her as the replacement.
When Shirley was about three years old, Auntie May  became pregnant. 
She decided to return Shirley to sender.

Shirley’s folks actually would have preferred another few months to really get
themselves together, but took their daughter with the best intentions.

So here’s Shirley; she doesn’t know who her parents are, what her name
is, where she belongs, and there’s no one there to explain it.
Not then.
Not when she was older.
Not even when she was a woman grown.

Shirley happened to be a lesbian. She was always a lesbian. She was never
not a lesbian. 

Due to her feelings of insecurity, Shirley attended a psycho-therapist, who focused on…
yah…her being a lesbian.

(I should of warned you to get the barf bag, sisters.)

There had to be a ‘reason’ why Shirley was a lesbian, and clearly
her feelings of confusion were due to some ‘abuse’.

For a couple of years, Shirley was more messed up than anyone else.
She had this unremembered ‘memory’ of all forms of abuse, and felt
like crap.

Funnily enough, Auntie May, drunk at some social function, blabbed
about what she’d done to Shirley.  Shirley remembered her past in
crystal clarity.

She remembered how she’d felt when she’d been ‘dumped’ in the
strange place with the almost remembered strangers she was to
call ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’, now.

It all fell into place.

Suddenly Shirley felt as if the sun was shining on her, and it all made
sense.  She was never ‘abused’ in the classical sense.  She was simply
feeling abandoned, neglected, uncertain of her identity.

In a case like this, suing the psycho-therapist was knee jerk.

Many patients, however, are not as fortunate as Shirley. They go through
life carrying the weight of horrible events which being false, and known to
be false in their very core, just makes matters worse.

So be careful, Newbies. 

If you don’t remember being abused, if nothing in your life ‘confirms’ it,
maybe the only abuse you suffered is by therapist.

And that can be treated by lawsuit.