ABSTRACT
My journey with therapist adversity and self-disclosure began in April of 1998, when I was faced with traumatic pregnancy complications. Midway through my pregnancy, and much, much too early, my first daughter, Samantha, was born still and premature. One day I was on the treadmill of life, earning my membership into the “mommy club,” and the next I was alone is an abyss of despair. The process was emotionally and physically grueling. Just when I began to fully understand what was happening to me, I was hit with an onslaught of grief, immobility, and despair. From the moment I discovered I was in trouble, I had to abandon all professional responsibilities including the university courses I was teaching, as well as the clinical work I was doing at the local Rape Crisis Center (RCC).
