ChristianWorks Counseling

Great organization to volunteer for! Things were also very well planned out, which is helpful for us volunteers.

Great folks doing amazing work. ChristianWorks has helped out so many people I know with their counseling services. I highly recommend them.

My experience here was quite literally disturbing. Something I would never expect from a Christian organization. I originally wanted to give zero stars but because its a Christian organization and the fee is $55 to see a counselor I gave it one star. I was having issues at work, I just started this job. I have extrodinarily bad anxiety. Not so much social anxiety. Because I’m not social anyway but it’s hard for me to do anything because I’m such a people pleaser and will suffer silently for long period of times. As an adult its sad to say I can’t even make decisions because I care so much what people think about me. It was affecting my job because I couldn’t do anything right. I had been without a job for a whole year before I got this one. I wasn’t looking for an employment I have to add that. When I finally looked I found a job. So fast forward to december 2018 my mother was looking for cheap therapists in the area because at the time even though she was a nurse she was unemployed so I didn’t get the health insurance benefits. So she found christian works and the sessions are only $55 if your income is low like mine was. I thought this is perfect. I feel better about going to a christian counselor rather than a non christian counselor. My first visit was in december 2018. I was happy to finally talk to someone about how to deal with stress from work. I meet my counselor and we go through the standard questioning like childhood trauma etc. I don’t like that part of the assessment because it brings back painful memories. I am well aware that I have to deal with that trauma one day but that is NOT what I wanted to talk about in length THAT day. I made it very brief. I felt like my counselor was dragging it on and it made me uncomfortable. I rarely speak up for myself or defend myself but that day I was adamant about moving on from the topic because that is not what I went in that day to talk about. She was moving so slowly as if thats what she wanted to spend the hour on the assessment alone so she doesn’t have to hear my actual problems and could just get her $55. Eventually I started talking about stresses at work. But she kept bringing up the child abuse in the house. I remember telling her I don’t want to talk about it anymore I don’t want to talk about it. She kept trying to insert it and apply it to everything I brought up. I wasn’t supposed to cry that day. But I found myself crying reliving those dark days. I was mad internally but I didn’t let it show. It felt like she was purposely trying to make me upset. We’re past the assessment why do you keep poking. As the patient and the person paying I should get to decide what I want to talk about during my sessions. It felt like she was chastising me. Provoking me. Everything I said was wrong. It like she could tell how low I felt and played off of it. I know people reading this might feel like I’m crazy or I’m an atheist trying to make a christian organization look bad but this is my honest account to what I experienced. I believe in Jesus. I believe that he died for our sins. Though I’m not in the faith like I use to be I still believe. I don’t do drugs, I’m not an alcoholic. This is what happened. I could tell she didn’t like me. Which is not the type of treatment you would expect from a therapist. Towards the end she gave me some mediocre advice. Some of it was insightful to be honest. She told me to relax and breathe. It helped a bit when applied at work. But I still remember the accosting I experienced there and I didn’t want to go back. And for a week I was propelled into a deeper depression reliving the childhood abuse I tried so hard to supress for years. I didn’t know I could switch counselors and it made me uncomfortable knowing that I might cross paths with that counselor again and she might glare at me or something. So I just stopped going. I remember my mom kept telling me to go back. I told her I don’t want too. Because I kept thinking I would have to see this counselor again. When the reality is I could have switched. I wish I did.