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So what's next? First thing, there is always a possibility that the therapist no longer uses the email address I used when throwing back the hot potato (posting my victim statement). In which case the therapist would not have received it. I suppose it would make sense to send a paper copy? The purpose is to make the therapist fully aware of the nature of my complaint. I have tried to explain it to him before. Whilst, I was stuck in the emotional quagmire.  It took me a whole weekend to write the statement, and three years of blogging  And he had the transcripts, plus recordings of the sessions - Jan 3rd and Feb 24th (posted through his door) earlier this year. Obviously things are not ok. But the communication was emotional, and he didn't seem to treat emotion as valid communication during sessions, I  made sure not to show much because the risk of having it interpreted as a Child ego state - therefore all about the past - looks to me like a convenient way to avoid the pr...

It has taken me four years to get enough distance on what happened to me, to begin to make sense of it. The importance of this is, now I know from the inside that it is unreasonable to think that victims instantly seek justice, or that they will be able to identify, name or explain what happened to them, straight away. The greater the impact of the emotional disturbance, the greater their bewilderment, shock and desire to just hide away. And making sense of it? Sometimes it takes decades. Sometimes it is never. It took me years to name the cause of the harm done to me during therapy as epistemic injustice. The inequality of power underlying the withholding of information was a real problem. The therapist and I both suffered because of it. But I was also risking my life. My need for him to see and hear me was so great. I felt threatened each time he became tight lipped. Each time he said 'this isn't working' it was as if acid had been poured over me. I imagine that he w...

Well here we are.  And I have managed to avoid this book for over a year. I bought it way back, it accompanied me when I did my training in conflict resolution, May 2024.  I tried to read it. Simply couldn't do it. A year and six months later here I am. Dinner time. Tesco sandwiches . Library. Fortunately only three cases this afternoon because yet again something I've seen, heard, read, to do with 'erotic transfer ' has filled my eyes with tears. I am angry, saddened, I think the aim of true person centred therapy is awesome actually. But, it hurts me to read... Brian Thorne describes an experience of therapy that echoes my experience of ' The man of stars '. That when both people are vitally present, vulnerable, open, there is access to an almost external dimension of healing.  I don't have much time to write. But in the final chapters Brian describes his therapeutic relationship with Emma, how he fearlessly allowed himself to be completely honest with h...