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*Beth* · Apr 23, 2022, 06:25 PM

My next whack therapy experience.

I was in a small (4 women), intensive group for survivors of sexual abuse. The group met once weekly, 90 minutes/session, for six months. The location where the group was held was pretty and comfortable, a big old Victorian house with offices for several therapists and an acupuncturist. The acupuncturist was a friend of mine, which was how I found out about the group.

Each prospective member had to be interviewed for the group to find out if the person and the group were a good fit (we were told). The facilitator was rather beautiful, in a fashion model way. She was tall and willowy with long blonde hair and big blue eyes. She dressed in a creative way, very artsy. She was about 40, but looked younger. Never married, no children.

The group was intense and the 4 of us group members bonded almost immediately. Some of the stories were rough and hard to hear. I found the other members to be so helpful and easy to talk with. The therapist herself, I was meh about her. I felt like she didn't have the same type of life experience that the members, who were all wives and mothers, had. She was a single woman, definitely devoted to her clients, but living in a pretty different world than the rest of us, moms who were juggling work and schedules and marriages and so on. Nothing bad, just very different.

About 5 months into the group one of the members (who is still a friend of mine, all these many years later) became very ill. She had damage to her uterus and was bleeding so badly that she looked ghastly pale. She was hospitalized and had to have a blood transfusion, then a hysterectomy.

When she returned to group a couple of weeks later she seemed renewed and looked much healthier, rosy and lively. She said she felt really well and was so glad to have finally had a hysterectomy, since she wasn't having any more children, anyway.

The facilitator listened intently. Then she said that she believed (group member) needed to mourn the loss of her uterus. Group member, who was a very open and honest woman, said that no, not really...she was grateful to have been able to have children and was glad to be rid of her uterus, which was causing her such health problems.

The facilitator was insistent. It was like she was driven to prove her point that the group member needed to grieve the loss of her uterus. The group member gently stood her ground. I spoke out and said, essentially, are you listening to her (facilitator)? She's healthy now and happy to be healthy! The other 2 women said Yeah - are you hearing her? She feels good now!

The therapist sort-of turned on us and said something about how we weren't understanding the importance of a woman needing to grieve the end of her reproductive years. Okay. Worth consideration. But then the facilitator looked at each of us and explained that she believed aliens were "taking care" of the planet, protecting people from hurting each other. Furthermore, she said, she had chosen us for her group because we were Pleiadians, put on the planet to help keep peace in the human race. She started talking about a certain energy field...something...to this day I do not understand what she was talking about. Nor do I know what the alien thing had to do with a uterus.

I remember the dead silence in that little office. The four of us just sat there. Okay, so who knows, right? Maybe we were Pleiadians from Pleiades. What do I know? Buuut...to be told, especially in a group with such a sensitive topic as its focus, that we had been chosen for the group because we were alien beings...it was pretty awful. I guess a kind-of sense of betrayal, as if the therapist had a motive that was entirely different than the one she told us she had.

We had only 2 or 3 sessions of group left. That night after group the 4 of us got together outside in the parking area and talked. We decided that since none of us were exactly wild about the therapist anyway, that we would remain in the group until it ended and just support each other. Shut her out, more or less. And that's what we did. When I look back, I have a creepy feeling about that therapist. But the friendships I developed with the other three women were strong. I still have communication with one woman, the woman who had had the hysterectomy. I have no idea where the other 2 women are, but I still have a warm feeling about them.

Am I a Pleiadian? I have no idea. If I am, I sure don't know it Whatever the case, that therapist handed out some whack therapy for sure!