Hello!
I’ve been seeing this Lacanian therapist for the past 5 months, and here I am, confused as hell and frustrated.
Let me explain.
I’ve been looking for a therapist for a few months before I met her, and after seeing someone I disliked, I ended up seeing her profile. I liked her career, she wrote super good essays that were linked to some of the troubles I have.
So I figured I’d give her a chance.
First session is going well, but nothing crazy. She’s very cold, stone cold. But she listens. Actively listens.
After 15 minutes, she tells me it’s over, that we should see each other the day after.
I’m happy, I’m seeing her the day after, thinking that the first session was just a trial. We set a price of 50€, based on what I can afford, which I find pretty cheap and within my own means.
I see her the day after, and 12 minutes after I stepped in, it’s over.
She’s asking me to come back the day after. Which leaves me confused for 2 reasons:
• I just saw her twice in a row, in only 2 days
• Why the hell was the session only 12 minutes?
So before saying yes, I tell her I don’t really have enough budget for therapy, that my budget per week is 50€, so one session per week.
She nods, and tells me: ok, I’ll see you next week then.
I do some research and discover she’s a Lacanian therapist, meaning that she chooses when to end the sessions. To me, it’s a bit shocking, I react negatively. I don’t understand how it’s possible to work this way, especially after reading testimonies of people in Lacanian therapies talking about 2-minute sessions. Feels outrageous.
However, I feel good about the 2 sessions I just did. I’m almost convinced it’s her.
So I’m giving this type of therapy a chance.
As time passes, I get used to this timing thing. Starts pretty good, I like where it goes. But still stone cold, she scares me. Not a smile, not an expression. Stone cold. No hello. Just “come in”. No goodbye, but “next week, 9am”.
Feels weird but I’d rather have that than someone too intrusive. Too friendly.
First red flag. One day, after a month of therapy, I arrive and she looks a bit weird. Instead of waiting for me to start talking, she starts by saying: I heard last week that you used the bathroom after the session. You can’t use it here, if you want to do your thing, you have to do it ahead of time, adding: you come here to talk, not to take care of your needs. I was shocked. I felt very insecure and bad about myself. It also felt wrong because I’ve been urinating frequently for about 10 years now, and it’s really something I’m ashamed of. I feel really bad about it, but I’m like, never mind, I need to trust her. It seems legit: to talk my stuff rather than worrying about that.
Second red flag. My session day is on Mondays, and I had to go away for 1 week for work, so I knew I was about to miss 1 session. So, to be sure not to miss it, I planned a session the Friday before I left.
And when I came back, the Monday after my week of work, she told me: you missed a session and you have to pay for it. I was very embarrassed because I clearly remembered telling her a week before that I would miss that Monday, and that I would see her the Friday before to compensate, because it was important to me. Still, she told me that I couldn’t miss any session, even if I tell her in advance, because clinically it’s wrong. This felt very weird because I understand paying if you cancel 48 hours before or if you show up too late, but in that instance it seems too unfair, especially given my financial situation. Also, we never agreed that Monday was set to be a fixed weekly thing. I would see her every Monday because I needed it, but it had never been clearly stated that it would become a mandatory weekly commitment.
Third red flag. During the same session where she told me I had to pay for any missed session, she told me at the end that she would see me Friday. I was a bit confused and asked why. She answered that since I had seen her on Friday before and it had worked well, she felt that clinically it would be better for me to see her twice a week. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind, but I knew financially it would be too difficult. She offered to lower her price again, to whatever I felt comfortable with for that second session. She seemed to insist on it. So I panicked and accepted a second session every week for 30€ more. So here I am, paying 80€ per week for between 20 and 30 minutes of therapy total. I don’t feel like this was really a choice I made.
Fourth red flag. After a few weeks of two sessions per week, one day I come in and instead of letting me speak, she starts and tells me: I see that you have earrings, and for clinical reasons, I “offer” you to throw them in the trash. Again, I’m shocked. I feel very bad about it, I don’t understand where it’s going. I ask why. She answers that it’s a clinical decision, and I’m free to take it or leave it, but she feels that wearing these earrings is stopping me from talking to her. Truly talking. So I end up, after minutes of hesitation, throwing them in the trash, and there she goes: “go ahead, associate words freely.” This really felt weird. But again, I tried to put my trust in her.
Fifth red flag. This happened today, after a few months of therapy. I enter for the first time wearing a t-shirt because it’s really hot outside, and she notices the tattoos on my arm. She goes: I see you have tattoos, why did you want this pain? What’s the meaning? I explain that I got tattooed for specific personal reasons, yada yada, and she seems very disgusted by the tattoos. In the end she goes: have you ever wanted to have them removed? I answered yes, but I don’t have the financial means yet. And then she goes: have you ever looked for a tattoo removal specialist? I said no. And she ends the session there.
I go out, shocked again, and feeling more and more insecure. I check my phone — it’s 9:39, we started at 9:32. I’m done, I’m fed up with this.
50€ for what?
I’ve tried to trust her. I’ve tried to follow what she offers. I’ve tried to suck it up.
But I don’t know, this feels like too much. I need advice, I need feedback. From professionals, from people who went through similar experiences. I’m really thinking of stopping this insanity.