'fessing, flunking, finishing
Saturday, November 22, 2008
'FESSING UP: Once I went to a seminar at a church about Carl Jung and dreams. Before I knew it, I was in counseling. Didn't really understand why I needed counseling but I didn't want to hurt the therapist's feelings. So I did discuss an incident of sexual molestation by a stranger on grandma's farm. I journaled, read
and attended sessions regularly until one day the therapist told me I was at a standstill. It was suggested that I go to another counsellor.
I flunked counselling. I was being sent to more skilled therapist. I dug really deep to expose the one thing I had never told anyone. Within two sessions, I was able to confide in the new therapist. (I sure didn't want to flunk counselling again.
) Now, I had finally made the therapist happy!
BUT NO! Just talking about it wasn't enough, I was told to talk about the situation with my mother.
Momma and I talked about the event which involved a telephone call after being molested at the age of 9. Learned the telephone call had never been made to Momma and Daddy as grandma told me. Momma said had the telephone call taken place, Daddy probably would be in jail as he would have come to shoot the stranger who was a farmhand.
FINISHING: Hence one of my backward lessons. I didn't know I needed counseling. Yet it was rather a life-altering and healing event.