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JediKnight
Registrant
Early in my recovery I went to a workshop that was sponsored by two therapists with good reputations who claimed specialty knowledge of male childhood sexual abuse. I had no reason whatsover to believe that this workshop would be anything other than safe. If there had been any mention of any nudity whatsoever, I would never have attended.
There was a private pool at the site of the workshop. Much to my surprise the therapists suggested that a naked exercise in the pool would be beneficial. I was uncomfortable with the thought of such an experience, but was convinced by others that the experience would be safe considering who the therapists were. So I went along with the exercise, albeit reluctantly.
During the exercise, the retreatants, about nine of us in total, were each asked one by to one to stand up on a pedestal in front of the entire group and discuss what they found most shameful about their bodies. Not surprisingly, they all talked about their penises. I still remember the anguish in the face of one insecure man as one of the therapists mentioned how the retreatant's penis had a big head. When the time came for me to get in front of the group, I was simply too emotionally paralyzed to do so. I was the only one from the group that did not stand on the pedestal, and when I declined, there was no attempt by anyone to force me. This was clearly a difficult moment for me, but neither of the therapists ever sought to discuss this experience with me afterwards. For years I maintained a friendship with the man whose anguish in front of the group had been so palpable, but neither of us ever discussed what happened. It was in a very real sense, something that we had agreed to do and something that we both knew would get a lot of people in trouble if we ever told. I told no one, not even my wife!
Years later, a friend in recovery told me his story of having been pursued by a counselor that he trusted. This led me to confide in him my story. My friend asked me details, that previously had been hidden by my shame. My friend asked me specifically what I saw. It was at that point in time that I told him that I had noticed that the therapists appeared to have much larger endowments than the retreatants. When he asked me, "Are you sure they were not experiencing erections?" my whole body shuddered. I had never seen these men as individuals who would use survivors for their own sexual jollies.
There was a private pool at the site of the workshop. Much to my surprise the therapists suggested that a naked exercise in the pool would be beneficial. I was uncomfortable with the thought of such an experience, but was convinced by others that the experience would be safe considering who the therapists were. So I went along with the exercise, albeit reluctantly.
During the exercise, the retreatants, about nine of us in total, were each asked one by to one to stand up on a pedestal in front of the entire group and discuss what they found most shameful about their bodies. Not surprisingly, they all talked about their penises. I still remember the anguish in the face of one insecure man as one of the therapists mentioned how the retreatant's penis had a big head. When the time came for me to get in front of the group, I was simply too emotionally paralyzed to do so. I was the only one from the group that did not stand on the pedestal, and when I declined, there was no attempt by anyone to force me. This was clearly a difficult moment for me, but neither of the therapists ever sought to discuss this experience with me afterwards. For years I maintained a friendship with the man whose anguish in front of the group had been so palpable, but neither of us ever discussed what happened. It was in a very real sense, something that we had agreed to do and something that we both knew would get a lot of people in trouble if we ever told. I told no one, not even my wife!
Years later, a friend in recovery told me his story of having been pursued by a counselor that he trusted. This led me to confide in him my story. My friend asked me details, that previously had been hidden by my shame. My friend asked me specifically what I saw. It was at that point in time that I told him that I had noticed that the therapists appeared to have much larger endowments than the retreatants. When he asked me, "Are you sure they were not experiencing erections?" my whole body shuddered. I had never seen these men as individuals who would use survivors for their own sexual jollies.