In 1990 when I was 13 yrs old my parents didn't know how to raise me to be a good person & after trying to kill myself I was referred to Susan Platt by the hostpital. I was there on her 40th bday & she got a cool new car! I loved her! She was the wisest grown up I knew! MY HERO!!! I was all alone no friends, siblings. Just my reflection in a mirror. Puberty brought on depression bad. AND THEN... When I was 15yrs old my friend & I shop lifted bras @ Nordstrom & got caught. I went to TheftTalk & learned a lot. My mom always called her, like a stupid lil kid, & complained about me & did so about the shop lifting incident. When I went to see Susan the next week (she saw me every week for 2 years) SHE WAS DISGUSTEDW ME & EVEN THO SHE KNEW ME FOR YEARS & WAS MY ONLY PPOSATIVE INFLUENCE & ONLY FRIEND, SOMEONE W MY MENTAL ILLNESS NEEDED SO BAD, she treated me like she didn't want me in her house anymore (her office was there). I COULD NEVER STEEL FROM HER. I VALUED HER TOO MUCH. So she told me she never wanted to see me again. I was devestated & Jim was divorcing my mom, leaving me, & Susan joined the band wagon. She acted as if I was only that girl who stole. Not a patient she'd known for years. I WAS COMPLETELY ALONE & LESS THAN A YEAR I turned to drugs. Ya, she may of been MY HERO but I learned that counselors are only human. AND HUMAN BEINGS ARE DICKS.
If I was her I'd feel like a horrible person for what she did as a professional to a confused adolescent... THAT SHE KNEW FOR YEARS.
I'm 40 now & I still cry when I think about how she threw me away like I was a bad person.
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