Filing a Complaint Against Your Therapist: The Mental Health Paradigm Revisited
It's been 4 years since my relationship with Jerry ended. He was a therapist whom I went to see because I was having a hard time after my divorce and trouble with my 7-year-old son, Joey. I was still very angry at my ex-husband, Steve, who left me to marry his 22-year-old secretary. Every time Joey would spend a weekend with Steve, he would come back and talk all about his dad's fiancée and how he would be lucky to have two "moms" after the wedding. It was driving me crazy and my best friend, Donna, recommended that I talk to her therapist. I was skeptical at first, because I never thought that he would be able to do anything. But Donna raved about him so much that I thought I would give it a try.
Within a couple of sessions he had told me everything I wanted to hear: that I wasn't crazy; that I had the right to be mad at Steve; and that I was a special person and had a lot going for me. Sometimes he would just stare at me and tell me how pretty I looked and how a man would be "nuts" to let go of me. After a few weeks I knew I was really getting attached to this man. I'm not really sure why, but he was so