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Timidity
Guest
There’s a piece of advice that you often here that if you’re going to start therapy, that you should insist on a Catholic therapist. Or at least a Catholic-friendly therapist.
I’m here to tell you it’s true.
Earlier this year I decided to finally go to therapy in order to hopefully escape some recurring memories of my first sexual experiences.
So I found the list of psychologists on my insurance carrier’s list, and finally found one who was accepting new patients. I did not bother to make sure that he was Catholic, or at least friendly to Catholic ideals.
Around the 5th session or so, the doctor indicated that his theory about why the memories were so recurrent. His theory was that these memories were presenting themselves because I was “repressing my sexual enegy” by refusing to engage in sexual fantasies about random people on the street. He even went so far as to say that it was morally legitimate to photograph unknowing strangers and using the photographs to assist in gratification.
That’s when I knew I chose the wrong doctor. His worldview is completely incompatable with my faith. I had no choice but to stop seeing him.
So, if the situation ever arises for you, please learn from my mistake. Make sure your mental health professional shares the same moral outlook as you.
As for me? I’ve taken this as a sign that I’m not meant to be in therapy. I’ll deal with the issues the same way I have all my life, I guess. It might not be the most successful way, but at least it seems safer for my immortal soul.
I’m here to tell you it’s true.
Earlier this year I decided to finally go to therapy in order to hopefully escape some recurring memories of my first sexual experiences.
So I found the list of psychologists on my insurance carrier’s list, and finally found one who was accepting new patients. I did not bother to make sure that he was Catholic, or at least friendly to Catholic ideals.
Around the 5th session or so, the doctor indicated that his theory about why the memories were so recurrent. His theory was that these memories were presenting themselves because I was “repressing my sexual enegy” by refusing to engage in sexual fantasies about random people on the street. He even went so far as to say that it was morally legitimate to photograph unknowing strangers and using the photographs to assist in gratification.
That’s when I knew I chose the wrong doctor. His worldview is completely incompatable with my faith. I had no choice but to stop seeing him.
So, if the situation ever arises for you, please learn from my mistake. Make sure your mental health professional shares the same moral outlook as you.
As for me? I’ve taken this as a sign that I’m not meant to be in therapy. I’ll deal with the issues the same way I have all my life, I guess. It might not be the most successful way, but at least it seems safer for my immortal soul.