Wednesday, 26 August 2015

Integrative Psychotherapy at Brum Metro

The day of the interview for a place on the postgraduate training course came around. I had been through this particular mill before, was offered a place, turned up for the first day of the course - despite my misgivings about the course tutors, a couple who I felt were protective of each other during the interview. She being full of 'ah sure feck' it whimsy and he flexing his gestalt psychotherapist self-love muscle. Their grottiness I had forgotten in the intervening twelve months and so I subjected myself to another session with them. The redeeming features of the course are that it's cheap (are you surprised?) and that attendance is required one day per week for 30 weeks and that it is now located conveniently close to the city centre.

So i was asked to account for myself in the intervening twelve months. Had I been in therapy? No, I answered I thought I'd tough it out. This wasn't a good thing to say as it showed that I didn't love myself. I was castigated for leaving the course the previous year, not having enrolled. 'Cos if you had enrolled and then withdrawn you wouldn't have a second chance'. I had ruffled feathers and their judgmentalism was to the fore. Caveat emptor, I thought. I was castigated as being 'co-dependent', Dr Gestalt wondering what I got from it. This was unprofessional shock-jock stuff.  Ms Whimsy talked a bit of her life and the enjoyment she found through her grand-daughter and how sad she thought my life was. She thought I had formidable defense mechanisms in place and it was a job for them to get to see who I was.  No I wouldn't be offered a place on the course this year as to have somebody on the course such as me would be very disruptive for other students. Heaven only knows what baggage they bring, maybe only one piece of cabin baggage is allowed on the course.  It should be noted that no requirements had been made of me in the case of my reapplying for a place on the course. It's just that this couple's peevish professionalism and judgementalism got in the way got in the way of me being offered a place at this particular centre of excellence - isn't that what places like this are referred to? being members of the academic staff, I think I am correct in saying that I could not find one piece of published academic research by this pair., who to me were clearly institutionalised by their shortcomings.  It's awfully common, you know,

Dr Gestalt was clearly rattled when I referred to the bureaucratic and professional requirements of his professional body, 'They are NOT bureaucratic,' he countered. Poor man. Poor students. For anyone with eyes to see there is much to be critical of in The Therapy Industry, as Paul Moloney (2013 Pluto Press) refers to the talking therapy. Much of it is highly questionable and Moloney presents a statistic that in the process of therapy only 12.5% of the effort employed is effective.  Precious practitioners don't like to hear this stuff, yet arguably they are being unprofessional in their work by ignoring critical work in the field.

If you are thinking of training for therapy, have a look at Moloney's book. It is eye opening. Use your eyes before you are blinded by the self-interested nastiness of characters such as Miss Whimsy and Dr Gestalt.

Best wishes

Thursday, 20 August 2015

Horrible Work Organizations: Two More Psychologists

A meeting with a therapist acquaintance a few weeks ago has helped me reflect further on my time at Wretchington and how bad it really was there, and may still be if the casual comments of those still employed there are to be believed.  My therapist pal interrupted me four times as I was telling him of my experiences there, managed for the most part by HalfArse Houlihan and his wife. He asked , "Is what you're telling me true?"  Like the solicitor myself and several colleagues consulted he found it incredible that such a regime of poor management endured for so long.  The management of our employing institution and their insurers decided that it was best to deny these happenings.

The two psychologists I wish to refer to here were both working in the mental health field, both members of or eligible for membership of their big bureaucratic professional body.  The first of these joined Wretchington in the mid-90s.  On the day of her interview she told me, over lunch, of her illness - a physical illness was declared Dear Reader - Hodgkinson's Lymphoma.  She related how her erstwhile male partner told her how their home would be paid for on her demise once their endowment policy paid out. Quite a lot of stuff to tell a complete stranger at a place of prospective employment on interview day.

As it turned out this clinical psychologist, let's call her Mal Mallyvent, was appointed. Who else would the Houlihans appoint, they went for the weakest and most malleable candidates, it often seemed to me. A second specialist in the mental health field was appointed a few terms later. A young woman, Joyce,  in the blossom of her years. It wasn't long before Mal had conjured up a cunning stunt. She set about persuading Joyce that she was not heterosexual and led her into a Lesbian relationship.  Poor Joyce. She consented to being impregnated by Mal's brother, and a child was born to the happy couple. Not much time passed before Joyce realised the mistake she had been persuaded to make and she left the relationship, with her child.  In the years that have intervened, how the product of their relationship has coped with their status, Heaven only knows.  While Joyce quit the institution, Wretchington, Mal kept very much in touch through her close personal friendship with Mrs HalfArse Houlihan.  Not only that, she secured a key position in a local NHS Trust.

I came across her again, albeit vicariously, when another appointment was made about a decade later.  This new colleague, who had worked with Mal Mallyvent said of her that she was the most manipulative person he had ever encountered, either clinically or professionally.  He shared with me the idea that she had 'form' in persuading her naive heterosexual female colleagues - one wonders too about the clients - that they were gay and starting relationships with them.  Perhaps Mal herself has always remained straight but has played the Lesbian card because it is the only was she can secure a relationship which she can control.  Of one of Mal's partners he told me that the first she knew that her relationship with Mal had ended was when she returned home from work and found her suitcases packed outside the home they had once shared.

So yes, it is true what I have been telling you. And stand by for more.