On my experiences with counselling

Sometimes, if not often, it felt like I was not being listened to.

For example, in therapy, I described the men That had broken into my home and gang raped me as a little Girl while my mum and dad were at work. When giving their description the therapist said, “you have rules !?” And gave a little laugh as though these were rules as to what rapists would look like as opposed to a description of what they did look like. I guess you lose confidence in the therapy if you feel you are being fundamentally misunderstood or even being treated as though this isn’t a real thing, or a fear rather than something that actually happened, that was done to you.

This is the same therapist who asked me, “what is the good thing about being raped?” And I have never yet worked out the answer to that, although 18 years have now passed.