2/21/2012 11:59 PM
Lena wrote: I saw a psychotherapist for two years in order to try and heal from the wounds my mother inflicted on me. At the start this shrink was very validating and after several sessions I left feeling empowered by the fact that someone believed my mother had poisoned me.
After 12 months I was making slow but steady progress and in that time aquired a lower back pain problem. It was excrutiating and this so-called therapist prescribed me addictive drugs to alleviate the pain. She pointed out that I was severely overweight and that was the cause of my back pain. I did not consider 89 kg at 157 cm tall to be 'severe' but I knew I was out of condition. This woman convinced me that I was so fat that I needed gastric surgery. WTF?? She also had bags and bags of designer clothes which she had discarded and said if any of them fitted me, I could have them. It is worth mentioning that my mother is morbidly obese and until I was 41, was sabotaging my every effort to keep in shape and I told the therapist this.
I still didn't see the evil in her ways until she prescribed a new drug for obesity which had not been tested fully. I had to pay nearly $100 for one month's supply and I am sure it was diet and exercise, to justify the cost of this lump of chalk, that made me lose some weight.
After two months I went off it because it was not causing the dramatic weight loss that SHE was expecting. Then she started to confide her obsession with her own weight to me.
By this time, looking at a leaf of lettuce racked me with guilt and I was constantly monitoring my weight and I had never felt more ugly in my life. My NM would have been proud of this thing that I trusted.
She unwittingly brought the act undone by introducing me to a very vulnerable client who needed a 'big sister'. This young woman showed no confidence in her appearance which surprised me since I was starting to wonder if this psych practice wasn't actually some sort of covertly evil finishing school.
Anyway, the young woman, all 8 st of her, said that the psych made her feel fat and ugly. Whammo! I had the bitch nailed.
I googled her and found out some very unsavoury info from her distant past as a new psychiatrist. One of her clients committed suicide, aged 24, because she was told by this thing that she would never be pretty.
I also found out that this psych had befriended a male client sexually, only to watch him go to an early grave as well.
After two years I stopped seeing her and I told her why. Naturally, she invalidated me by saying I was too unwell to comprehend the goodness in some people.
She preyed on innocent women with slight body image issues and turned them into gigantic issues, literally. I wanted to sue her but I felt powerless to do so. That was a product of seeing her every week which was an enormous cost to the taxpayer.
I saw a psychotherapist for two years in order to try and heal from the wounds my mother inflicted on me. At the start this shrink was very validating and after several sessions I left feeling empowered by the fact that someone believed my mother had poisoned me.
After 12 months I was making slow but steady progress and in that time aquired a lower back pain problem. It was excrutiating and this so-called therapist prescribed me addictive drugs to alleviate the pain. She pointed out that I was severely overweight and that was the cause of my back pain. I did not consider 89 kg at 157 cm tall to be 'severe' but I knew I was out of condition. This woman convinced me that I was so fat that I needed gastric surgery. WTF?? She also had bags and bags of designer clothes which she had discarded and said if any of them fitted me, I could have them. It is worth mentioning that my mother is morbidly obese and until I was 41, was sabotaging my every effort to keep in shape and I told the therapist this.
I still didn't see the evil in her ways until she prescribed a new drug for obesity which had not been tested fully. I had to pay nearly $100 for one month's supply and I am sure it was diet and exercise, to justify the cost of this lump of chalk, that made me lose some weight.
After two months I went off it because it was not causing the dramatic weight loss that SHE was expecting. Then she started to confide her obsession with her own weight to me.
By this time, looking at a leaf of lettuce racked me with guilt and I was constantly monitoring my weight and I had never felt more ugly in my life. My NM would have been proud of this thing that I trusted.
She unwittingly brought the act undone by introducing me to a very vulnerable client who needed a 'big sister'. This young woman showed no confidence in her appearance which surprised me since I was starting to wonder if this psych practice wasn't actually some sort of covertly evil finishing school.
Anyway, the young woman, all 8 st of her, said that the psych made her feel fat and ugly. Whammo! I had the bitch nailed.
I googled her and found out some very unsavoury info from her distant past as a new psychiatrist. One of her clients committed suicide, aged 24, because she was told by this thing that she would never be pretty.
I also found out that this psych had befriended a male client sexually, only to watch him go to an early grave as well.
After two years I stopped seeing her and I told her why. Naturally, she invalidated me by saying I was too unwell to comprehend the goodness in some people.
She preyed on innocent women with slight body image issues and turned them into gigantic issues, literally. I wanted to sue her but I felt powerless to do so. That was a product of seeing her every week which was an enormous cost to the taxpayer.
I hope she rots in Hell.
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