This Be My Curse by Joanna

I removed myself from a damaging therapeutic relationship a year ago. Since then I’ve been shocked to hear about other people suffering similar fates and possibly even more shocked to hear about senior therapists abusing the proteges they are meant to be guiding into the profession. I’ve also spent time thinking about how much a therapist can become like a parent to a client. When a parental figure sexualises a relationship with their ‘child’ this causes huge harm and despair, as it has done with me. After reading a piece in the Not So Big Society blog about ‘wounded healers’, all those themes seemed to join together and I created my own take on Larkin’s famous ‘This Be The Verse’.

This Be My Curse

A therapist can fuck you up.

They may not mean to, but they do.
They subtly request you heal their wounds,
Whilst carving fresh ones out on you.

But they were fucked up in their turn

By fools mocked-up as supervisors well-read,
Who half the time were toeing the line
But half just planning whom to bed.

Therapist hands on pain to man

It deepens like the unconscious self.
Get out as early as you can
And become a therapist yourself.

March 2014

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