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You have brought up insanity before in psychology this one is of the most fucked up forms of therapy I've seen yet.
I went to a conference for play therapy for the disabled recently and they brought up Theraplay (a trademarked therapy name). If you ever had a question as to why pedophiles get into working with children in therapy the example session will completely show you why and how its accepted. This paper is from 1984 dating back to the birth of this form of therapy. This is still done today and is covered by insurances.
Warning you this is fucked up and straight up grooming they are teaching therapists to do in the form of play therapy. Also play therapy does not require a high degree most play therapists only need to take 5 or 6 courses to be licensed, some states require no licesensing.
If I saw this "therapy" done with any child I worked with i'd be on with the cops to get the person arrested while removing the child from their grasp.
I went to a conference for play therapy for the disabled recently and they brought up Theraplay (a trademarked therapy name). If you ever had a question as to why pedophiles get into working with children in therapy the example session will completely show you why and how its accepted. This paper is from 1984 dating back to the birth of this form of therapy. This is still done today and is covered by insurances.
Warning you this is fucked up and straight up grooming they are teaching therapists to do in the form of play therapy. Also play therapy does not require a high degree most play therapists only need to take 5 or 6 courses to be licensed, some states require no licesensing.
Horace is a seven-year-old boy whose parents seek Theraplay because he is a poor sport on the playing field, a provocateur at school, accident-prone at home, stubborn with members of the family, and a terrified sleeper at night.
Session 1
As his parents watch behind the mirror, Horace arrives in the Theraplay room secured in the arms of his jovially frolicking therapist. There is no formal introduction in the waiting room outside. Dr. Golden simply announces, "I'm Bernie and I've got these two great big arms just strong enough to carry you. See?" and to the tune of "Waltzing Matilda" he swoops Horace off the ground and dances with him down the corridor.
Therapist: Let's put you down . . . down nice and easy on these soft, down pillows here.
Horace: I don't . . .
Therapist: There we go. Now, let me have a good look at you. Ah! Freckles. Just as I thought! Freckles just the color of that nice brown hair . . .
Horace: Lemme go.
Therapist: and teeth! Oh, nice white teeth. Like pearls. Bet you chew your food real good. . . . And these arms . . .oh, they're long . . . like your legs. Let me see. Lie still. From your tips of your left hand to the tips of your right hand, oh, look, this long (marking on the mat with chalk). Now let's turn you around sideways. Oh! Horace! Will you look at that—You're the same length from head to foot as you are wide from hand to hand! Well, I'll be darned!
Horace: (Looks interested)
Therapist: Now, I want to see what's in these shoes . . .
Horace: My mother says, "No!"
Therapist: Oh boy! Toes!! How many? 1-2-3-4-5. Just the right number! That's dynamite!! Let's see you push me over with those toes.
Horace: (Pushes)
Therapist: Harder!
Horace: (Pushes harder)
Therapist: You're doing it Horace! You're pushing me over! Wow! Are you ever strong!! Bet you could even blow me over you're that strong. Sit right here (moves him). Now blow!
Horace: (Blows)
Therapist: Harder!
Horace: (Blows harder)
Therapist: (Therapist topples over slowly) Well shiver my timbers! Who ever would have thought? Now you got to pull me back up.
Horace: (Tentatively extends hand)
Therapist: That's it! Thanks. (Laying him down again)
Horace: (Resisting)
Therapist: Oh, my, you're wiggly. You got the best wiggles. Let me see . . . (looking him over) Oh, you got nice wiggly feet . . . and wiggly knees . . . and oh!, will you look at that!! . . . You even got wiggly back-of-the-knees!
Horace: (Peers at knees with interest)
Therapist: And when I tickle a little . . .
Horace: (Laughs)
Therapist: Ah! Guess what? I found a giggle spot. How about the other one?
Horace: (Laughs)
Therapist: Another giggle spot! Did you know, Horace, you got two giggle spots? I bet you never knew that! Oh . . . what do I see on this leg? A little scratch there? Oh, that can't be!
Horace: It's nothing.
Therapist: We don't want that. Here, some nice cool lotion. Hold on. Oh, there (covering small area of leg with lotion).
Horace: (Struggles)
Therapist: I bet that feels a whole lot better.
Horace: (Attempts to retract leg)
Therapist: No. We're not through yet with that leg. Now we got to put something nice and fresh onto it to protect it (placing Band-Aid).
Horace: (Studies it, grinning)
The session proceeds with more Intruding activities.. . . Toward the end, therapist places Horace across his lap, cradling his head with one
arm.
Horace: (Struggles to free himself, wincing and groaning) No!
Therapist: Oh, you know my "no-no" song. O.K., let's sing it (rocking him to the tune of "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star"). No-no-no-no-no-no-no. No-no-nono-no-no-no. No-no-no-no-no-no-no-.2 Oh! You're getting so wiggly again. I'll have to help you settle down. Come, come on, sit up (anchors Hoarce's leg with his own). Now I got a surprise. Close your eyes and be surprised.
Horace: (Opens eyes wide)
Therapist: Guess what I've got for us? Some hunks of nice chilled watermelon! (Pops one piece into Horace's mouth).
Horace: (Looks surprised. Concentrates on chewing)
Therapist: We'll save the seeds, Horace. Here. Spit. I'll collect them in my hand.
Horace: (Spits reluctantly)
Therapist: Another piece . . . oh yum. Good melon! Another juicy bit (feeding him)! O.K. now. Look at all the seeds we got here. Now we're going to see how far we can spit them. Go ahead, you start.
Horace: (Spits one seed, barely pushing it out of his mouth)
Therapist: Wow! You never told me you were a champion seed-spitter. Let's see, I bet / can't even match that ("attempts" to but falls short). Nope, just as I feared. . . . Here, teach me! You do another one.
Horace: (Spits this seed even farther)
Therapist: Fantastic1. I've never seen anything like that. Just wait 'til I practice! Oh, that deserves a special victor's hug (hugs him) and a victor's lift-up-inthe-air. (Raises him up high.) O.K. now, it's time for shoes back on. (searches for them), and socks.
Horace: I can do it.
Therapist: No, socks and shoes I put on. You get to lie back and watch. You know, Horace? You know the way your toes curl? That's really something. Did you ever see musical toes before? Look when I sing, "da dum de dum" (lightly stroking sole of foot while singing), they curl right up in time to the music. . . Talented). That's whatyou are, Horace. Talented]
Horace: (Smiles)
Therapist: O.K. now. First sock on (places it on Horace's hand).
Horace: (Looks surprised and begins to peel it off)
Therapist: What's the matter? That's where it goes, isn't it?
Horace: No, on my foot.
Therapist: Oh, I see. Oh your foot. Like this. Of course!!
(Wrapping sock around Horace's ankle).
Horace: No, No. I mean . . .
Therapist: Oh, you must mean I should put it here like this (places sock correctly). Now let's find the other one (retrieving it) because I know how that one works. You don't even need to tell me about that one because I learned at school (heads for Horace's ear).
Horace: On my foot!
Therapist: Yes, I learned that at school. My teacher always taught me "socks, they go on feet" (placing second sock on foot which already has a sock).
Horace: No . . .no. Not that way! (Laughing)
Therapist: (Similar hijinks accompany the putting on of shoes . . . at last Horace is dressed). Well, there you are. Let's stand you up. Ah. This tall. You fit right here on me. Perfect! Let's see next week how tall you are. (Holding hands, therapist ushers Horace out of the Theraplay room and knocks on the door of the observation room.) Hey Mom and Dad, I've got a boy here all ready to hold a hand of each of you. He's got nice hands, too. Nice and strong ones. See you next week, Horace.
Session 1
As his parents watch behind the mirror, Horace arrives in the Theraplay room secured in the arms of his jovially frolicking therapist. There is no formal introduction in the waiting room outside. Dr. Golden simply announces, "I'm Bernie and I've got these two great big arms just strong enough to carry you. See?" and to the tune of "Waltzing Matilda" he swoops Horace off the ground and dances with him down the corridor.
Therapist: Let's put you down . . . down nice and easy on these soft, down pillows here.
Horace: I don't . . .
Therapist: There we go. Now, let me have a good look at you. Ah! Freckles. Just as I thought! Freckles just the color of that nice brown hair . . .
Horace: Lemme go.
Therapist: and teeth! Oh, nice white teeth. Like pearls. Bet you chew your food real good. . . . And these arms . . .oh, they're long . . . like your legs. Let me see. Lie still. From your tips of your left hand to the tips of your right hand, oh, look, this long (marking on the mat with chalk). Now let's turn you around sideways. Oh! Horace! Will you look at that—You're the same length from head to foot as you are wide from hand to hand! Well, I'll be darned!
Horace: (Looks interested)
Therapist: Now, I want to see what's in these shoes . . .
Horace: My mother says, "No!"
Therapist: Oh boy! Toes!! How many? 1-2-3-4-5. Just the right number! That's dynamite!! Let's see you push me over with those toes.
Horace: (Pushes)
Therapist: Harder!
Horace: (Pushes harder)
Therapist: You're doing it Horace! You're pushing me over! Wow! Are you ever strong!! Bet you could even blow me over you're that strong. Sit right here (moves him). Now blow!
Horace: (Blows)
Therapist: Harder!
Horace: (Blows harder)
Therapist: (Therapist topples over slowly) Well shiver my timbers! Who ever would have thought? Now you got to pull me back up.
Horace: (Tentatively extends hand)
Therapist: That's it! Thanks. (Laying him down again)
Horace: (Resisting)
Therapist: Oh, my, you're wiggly. You got the best wiggles. Let me see . . . (looking him over) Oh, you got nice wiggly feet . . . and wiggly knees . . . and oh!, will you look at that!! . . . You even got wiggly back-of-the-knees!
Horace: (Peers at knees with interest)
Therapist: And when I tickle a little . . .
Horace: (Laughs)
Therapist: Ah! Guess what? I found a giggle spot. How about the other one?
Horace: (Laughs)
Therapist: Another giggle spot! Did you know, Horace, you got two giggle spots? I bet you never knew that! Oh . . . what do I see on this leg? A little scratch there? Oh, that can't be!
Horace: It's nothing.
Therapist: We don't want that. Here, some nice cool lotion. Hold on. Oh, there (covering small area of leg with lotion).
Horace: (Struggles)
Therapist: I bet that feels a whole lot better.
Horace: (Attempts to retract leg)
Therapist: No. We're not through yet with that leg. Now we got to put something nice and fresh onto it to protect it (placing Band-Aid).
Horace: (Studies it, grinning)
The session proceeds with more Intruding activities.. . . Toward the end, therapist places Horace across his lap, cradling his head with one
arm.
Horace: (Struggles to free himself, wincing and groaning) No!
Therapist: Oh, you know my "no-no" song. O.K., let's sing it (rocking him to the tune of "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star"). No-no-no-no-no-no-no. No-no-nono-no-no-no. No-no-no-no-no-no-no-.2 Oh! You're getting so wiggly again. I'll have to help you settle down. Come, come on, sit up (anchors Hoarce's leg with his own). Now I got a surprise. Close your eyes and be surprised.
Horace: (Opens eyes wide)
Therapist: Guess what I've got for us? Some hunks of nice chilled watermelon! (Pops one piece into Horace's mouth).
Horace: (Looks surprised. Concentrates on chewing)
Therapist: We'll save the seeds, Horace. Here. Spit. I'll collect them in my hand.
Horace: (Spits reluctantly)
Therapist: Another piece . . . oh yum. Good melon! Another juicy bit (feeding him)! O.K. now. Look at all the seeds we got here. Now we're going to see how far we can spit them. Go ahead, you start.
Horace: (Spits one seed, barely pushing it out of his mouth)
Therapist: Wow! You never told me you were a champion seed-spitter. Let's see, I bet / can't even match that ("attempts" to but falls short). Nope, just as I feared. . . . Here, teach me! You do another one.
Horace: (Spits this seed even farther)
Therapist: Fantastic1. I've never seen anything like that. Just wait 'til I practice! Oh, that deserves a special victor's hug (hugs him) and a victor's lift-up-inthe-air. (Raises him up high.) O.K. now, it's time for shoes back on. (searches for them), and socks.
Horace: I can do it.
Therapist: No, socks and shoes I put on. You get to lie back and watch. You know, Horace? You know the way your toes curl? That's really something. Did you ever see musical toes before? Look when I sing, "da dum de dum" (lightly stroking sole of foot while singing), they curl right up in time to the music. . . Talented). That's whatyou are, Horace. Talented]
Horace: (Smiles)
Therapist: O.K. now. First sock on (places it on Horace's hand).
Horace: (Looks surprised and begins to peel it off)
Therapist: What's the matter? That's where it goes, isn't it?
Horace: No, on my foot.
Therapist: Oh, I see. Oh your foot. Like this. Of course!!
(Wrapping sock around Horace's ankle).
Horace: No, No. I mean . . .
Therapist: Oh, you must mean I should put it here like this (places sock correctly). Now let's find the other one (retrieving it) because I know how that one works. You don't even need to tell me about that one because I learned at school (heads for Horace's ear).
Horace: On my foot!
Therapist: Yes, I learned that at school. My teacher always taught me "socks, they go on feet" (placing second sock on foot which already has a sock).
Horace: No . . .no. Not that way! (Laughing)
Therapist: (Similar hijinks accompany the putting on of shoes . . . at last Horace is dressed). Well, there you are. Let's stand you up. Ah. This tall. You fit right here on me. Perfect! Let's see next week how tall you are. (Holding hands, therapist ushers Horace out of the Theraplay room and knocks on the door of the observation room.) Hey Mom and Dad, I've got a boy here all ready to hold a hand of each of you. He's got nice hands, too. Nice and strong ones. See you next week, Horace.
If I saw this "therapy" done with any child I worked with i'd be on with the cops to get the person arrested while removing the child from their grasp.
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