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Why It's OK To Outgrow Your Therapist

It was somewhere between me debating whether to report this man to the police or walk around my local area with the possibility of getting slapped in the face that I started to consider that my therapist was wrong. When I messaged her to explain my predicament, her response cemented my belief that I would not be seeing this woman again.

I have long been an advocate of therapy and counselling. I first started when I was sixteen after a breakdown at school. The six week sessions helped but I knew I needed more. At university, I tried their service and the local council before I realised that I needed a Black woman as my therapist. However, the head of counselling at the university I was attending at the time, a white man, was against the idea of such requirements and requests. Later, I would find out that he was the counsellor I saw, and I remember him asking why I could not just explain to my mother how abusive she was to me to make her stop.

At the time, I was yet to interact with a single counsellor of colour, much less a Black counsellor. Luckily, I soon acquired a job that could fund my private therapy sessions with a Black therapist I found via BAATN. My only requirement was that they had to either be Black or woman, so finding a Black woman meant I had hit the jackpot. To this day I find it amusing, suspicious and a gift from God that I found a dark skin Black woman of Jamaican descent to be my therapist who was based in the same town that my university was.