Hate to have to say it in THIS context, BUT ...
Quod me nutrit, me destruit.
This is true.
When you have a counsellor, therapist, or even a confessor, you give them a sword pointed at your own heart.
Most priests would not dream of using it, but some will. In my case Michael used the weapon that would hurt me the most in order to destroy me.
The reason he did not succeed is that I had one person to tell me, this is not true; what he is saying is more about him than about you, and you should not believe it. I did not go round telling people what was being said, but the curate knew already, and he did not believe it. He and I are still friends, ten years later, although he is a Rector now.
I have had problems with other therapists over the years, but none of them has the emotional power of a priest. And I have learned not to be so trusting, as well. And the difference is that therapists are always accountable to their profession. If you try to tell a bishop what a priest has done, he will not believe you. He will believe the priest.
I went to see our Bishop. That is how I found out that Michael had told him the same lies about me that he had told other people. I have never been so ashamed in all my life. :o
These lies were:
That I was in love with him
That I had developed an unhealthy obsession with him
That I was mentally unstable
That I was in danger of behaving in some unspecified inappropriate manner.
I am still ashamed of these accusations. I just remember what is true, which is that for this man's wedding anniversary celebration in our church (three months before this), I had made for him and his wife a celebratory cake, like a wedding cake. And for his induction to a new parish (just before the accusations) I had made another. I used all the best ingredients, and was really pleased to help celebrate high points in his life with him and his family and with our church. This was not anything weird; lots of people chipped in and made things, and I made the cakes.
When he became my therapist I made a point of getting to know his wife, and encouraged my d to become friends with his ds. This was in order to prevent any kind of 'my wife doesn't understand me' situation developing in future. My view was that single women do not get close to married ministers on their own; they get close to the whole family, and thereby everyone is protected. I did not at any point do, say or even think anything that his wife could not have known about.
This is not the behaviour of a woman who wants to end a man's marriage. I was devastated when my own marriage came to an end, because I believed it was sacred. Why on earth would I do anything whatever to threaten that of my priest? Why, when in pain myself, would I wish any other person on earth to go through that same pain? Why inflict on his wife and ds what I and my d were suffering from? For anyone to even begin to think me capable of this is terrible. For complete strangers, well, they would not know. But Michael knew. And he still chose to use the sword.
And even now the thought comes to me, perhaps Michael was right, and that because I remember this ten years later, perhaps I am obsessed with him, and the shame returns. And thus the poison continues.
This is spiritual abuse.
It is pretty well behind me now, and I no longer think about it. I have other things to deal with, and to do. But it is not good that a minister can do this, and get away scot free, with everyone, including the church and the bishop, effectively blaming the victim for the crime.