Hello, Fellow Readers and Witches!
I felt the need to place this here after I received a long and inspiring E-Mail from a young female. I will obviously refrain from mentioning her name as that is private and confidential between two women. I will however, go on somewhat of a long rant due to the sudden burst of inspiration I felt reading her traumatic E-Mail.
Now, mind you, this is not the first post I have made about how I have lost faith in therapists and the medical system – ESPECIALLY if you are a spiritually inclined soul, and Oh, My God will I emphasise on this point. After a little introduction, that is…
The plot of this E-Mail is that this young woman is, as I, traumatised by the ignorant and backward behaviour of therapists, especially psychological therapists. The backward behaviour I am referring to is therapists’ unwillingness to change with the times and adopt a more peaceful and tolerant approach, to others ideas and belief systems. I literally find it abhorrent that if people hear voices, schizophrenia is the first thought to come to mind. Then… Why is there a need for religion if believing in God to the point of illness exists? How is this even a possible reality? Ask yourselves that before coming to a logical answer, especially if you plan on telling people their spirit guides communicate with them via sound.
Clearly, I am mad. For that, I do not apologise. I have sat here for years on social media, blogs and inspirational websites witnessing a void in communication. It feels like I am the only one disgusted by the behaviour of the mental system. Everyone else is “hash-tagging” Mental Illness and making it “cool” again. How about following through on the Starseed task everyone was apparently on? What if I actually got channelled by an Alien? Guess where I have to turn to? Nowhere. Literally, nowhere.
Last year I took it upon myself to see a therapist. I thought, “Why not give it a chance if everyone is apparently benefiting from this? Have a little more faith. Maybe, even, a little more trust.”
I even decided to choose female therapists over males. Just incase, as female friends have stated, a male would have emotional investments tied to me. So, based on my friend’s assumptions and what the internet told me, I ventured on with caution to the wind. After all, these were trained professionals, right?
I was lucky enough to acquire two female therapists by the name of, for sharings sake, Jenny and Jo. I haven’t changed their names as I am sure there are many Jenny and Jo’s in the world.
I began my “session” by stating my troubles as follows: I feel like I live in a world where my spirituality gets me into trouble. I feel like if anything spiritual were to happen to me, I would be considered delusional instead of special (a word not many people like because it secludes others). I feel like my “modern beliefs” get in the way of me connecting closely to my family.
I expected the two therapists (I don’t know why they thought I needed two, but okay, the more the merrier) to obviously debunk my beliefs. Obviously, an academic background involving science does tend to distort one’s senses, but I gave them the benefit of the doubt anyway, given my Arabic heritage and Islamic background.
What I got was basically the equivalent of brainwash, and that is what my dear E-Mailer and I share in common: the belief that therapists need to adopt a more spiritual tactic in their approach, especially if they tend to adopt our spiritual bandwagon when trying out self-help books and shows.
They both told me my thoughts were border-line delusional because I think “my” spirit guides talk to me. They told me they noticed, over the course of the one month I experimented with this, that I talk to myself. (A habit I do tend to do when I am excited, mind you. This same habit dates back to my father, who liked to be eccentric and mimic people while looking in the mirror). So anyways, I came to find out that was ill of me to do and is a symptom of another money-milking mental disease. They also told me that I have codependency issues because I am too attached to my best friends, and need to find more female friends to “hang” with (A point I am still coming to terms with because it makes no sense. I am still wondering if it is because I am Arab or if it is because it seemed like I was too excited over them).
I do not wish to add more salt to injury as this already may be too much for people to swallow. I just wished to let out my emotions as best I could, given the interest in what I have to say.
This behaviour of therapists is not uncommon. When I was only thirteen, I witnessed my family get in to the biggest scuffle of all time due to therapists intervening in our personal behaviours, by hosting “family” meetings that they were involved in. In these meetings, they would tell my cousins to freely express to their parents how they feel, swear words included(?). This led to a life-altering brawl between my family, quite literally, Saloon Style. After they milked my family for every penny with traveling to our country, demanding to stay in a swanky hotel, demanding a large salary, hosting therapy sessions everyday; they got fired, barely apologised and left back to South Africa.
Needles to say, I was scarred from the experience. I told myself I would never use therapy as an alternative, no matter how badly I suffered in life.
Fast forward to last year, and the badly suffering was catching up to me. I needed someone to rely on outside my immediate family, a fresh a opinion, if you will. What I got was the same nonsense I witnessed when I was a teenager.
I realised a very dangerous thing: humans cannot tolerate power, period.
Whenever anyone is given the task to be the ultimate healer, counsellor, or teacher, foolishness is always around. People have unfortunately made me realise that they can never “set their emotions aside”, even professionally. Someone having a bad day and experiencing a severe amount of grief, will always more often than naught, take it out on those around them – especially without admitting it.
So how are we supposed to think therapists are exempt from this behaviour? They are not Gods, after all. Why does everyone seem to be blithely unaware of this fact?
Is it fair to ask of all of us to just accept that people in “powerful” positions are not allowed to be human – not allowed to feel jealous, anxious, shy, intimidated, turned-on, callous and so on? Are they robots sent from the future? Probably not.
This is going to be the last post I make on therapists. I do not wish to take up this space posting this, instead of something educational, spiritual and motivational. I wanted to share my emotions with the only outlet I felt actually released my doubts, fears, insecurities, burdens and sorrows: writing. Whether it be typing or penning my thoughts on paper.
This is the process I found most beneficial.
This is the process that made me realise there is hope: blogging. All of you fellow readers and bloggers made me realise that hope is out there if you seek it.
I started this website only months ago, and it has already made me aware of facts it would have taken me 100 years to acquire.
I would like to end this long rant by thanking everyone for helping me share my wisdom and truth.