When I sat across from my psychologist, in her office full of toys, I was not a 31-year-old woman. The person sitting there was a little child, and her psychologist was her mummy. Her psychologist was a safe base from which she could start to “wander”. This little girl suffered tremendously, but knowing her psychologist was there, she felt better able to endure these things.

When she heard her psychologist was leaving her, her world broke in two. She didn’t just lose a mother, she lost faith in all of humanity. It was like everyone was on one side and she was all alone on the other. She had that familiar feeling that she would have the survive on her own once again, even though she was so young. It was just her and the others who lived inside her head. She felt like drowning herself in the ocean that surrounded her island.

To all the psychologists who claim to be trauma experts and yet will put a child through this, shame on you. These children trusted you and they will never be the same.

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