I can understand how that could happen. It's like I said in my post above, some people are open about that stuff and non-judgmental and others are not. I lucked out, basically. She was my professor for two years (I was an English major, but I loved psych so much that I used up all my electives on it and she was the only psych prof. so we got to know eachother somewhat). Anyway, my little English major self was struggling SEVERELY that second year (that was around the time I started cutting, actually) and an English professor approached me and said I was in danger of failing. I broke down bawling and she made me promise to get help. (I was VERY against the idea, but I broke down because I knew I had to have help or I would've killed myself I think).

It was a rural area, so I had two options: the guy at the college counseling center (who creeped me out, and was a medical doctor not a psychologist) and my psych. professor. I was horribly embarassed to do it, but I figured it was near the end of the semester and I was graduating, so if she thought it was totally inappropriate of me to ask, I soon would never have to see her again! lol! I emailed her and told her that this other prof. wanted me to get help, told her things were really bad, and before I knew it, I had a therapist and a friend in that professor. I've only had a little bit of therapy from her, but I've had a LOT of contact with her over the years and she is still my T.

I was VERY VERY lucky. She has a history of her own, actually, too, but she has recovered and is amazing. She's an inspiration to me, and a darn good therapist, too. And she supports my goal of becoming a psychologist. She feels that I'll make a good therapist some day.

I know she's a rare find, though, believe me!

Angela