
I sat in my marriage counsellor’s office. In between snatching tissues and sniffling I muttered these words.
“Where can I find my people? Where are the resources to help my children and me?”
This seemed a reasonable question.
After all, there are Alcoholics Anonymous and Adult Children of Alcoholics and Gamblers Anonymous and so on.
I was feeling isolated and frustrated. Wondering where my people were. The others like me who had inadvertently stepped into a narcissistic sinkhole.
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It’s important to point out there are several types of marriage counsellors. Mine is a psychologist. I wish he had been the first counsellor my husband and I had gone to see.
Our first counsellor was a Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist (LMFT) who we saw for nearly a year. He was excellent and for several years after our marriage improved.
But then the distressing underbelly of our problems resurfaced.
Our second marriage counsellor as a psychologist quickly diagnosed the troubling malady that plagued our relationship. All those years in between I spent confused and troubled that I appeared to have married one man who was two very different people. As a doctor of psychology, he was trained to see beyond the obvious.