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  • A Close Call: I almost missed repairing my relationship with my parents

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    In AmiLiving Issue #280, we published an article entitled “Shattered Hearts,” in which we first highlighted the phenomenon of children cutting themselves off from their parents. Since then, we have featured numerous letters and other articles about this tragedy. To those going through it, it is an excruciatingly painful and unrelenting experience, and it is only with great effort that these parents are able to put one foot in front of the other and focus on the nachas they do have. As one woman wrote to us, “I survived the Holocaust only to experience another one years later.” Granted, there are extreme situations in which such measures are warranted, but when it starts to become rampant—the late Rav Shlomo Gissinger, zt”l, referred to it as a “mageifah”—we need to examine if perhaps people are being too readily and irresponsibly encouraged to cut their parents off.

    Recently, I was contacted by a woman who related that several years earlier she had severed her relationship with her parents on the advice of a therapist. She sobbed as she told me that she shudders to think of what might have happened had she not finally extricated herself from the therapist’s clutches and reconciled with them. Her father had recently passed away, and she was extremely grateful that they’d had a loving relationship for the last four years of his life. The purpose of her call? To shed light on her story. She wanted to warn others not to repeat her mistake.

    What follows is my raw conversation with her. I have edited it only for clarity, so you can listen in for yourself.

    What made you go for therapy?

       It all started when my 17-ear-old son was going through a difficult time. He had suffered a trauma. I was told to speak to Dr. Shimon Russell, who was living in Lake-wood but now lives in Eretz Yisrael. He recommended that we use a different therapist, so we did, but that therapist said he couldn’t help my son. The real problem, he insisted, had to do with me and my husband.

       My husband is a wonderful person. We both have chesronos, of course, but we have maalos as well. The e was nothing out of the ordinary in our home or in our marriage. My son had been traumatized by something out of the ordinary, but it didn’t occur in the home. All of a sudden I found myself in therapy, where I was being led to believe that my marriage was the issue—and this really started to have an effect on it.

       Then this therapist started telling me that I had to impose boundaries on my parents, which led to my causing them a lot of agmas nefesh for several years. Then one day I heard a
    lecture that made me realize that if I kept seeing this therapist, I was going to get divorced, and I also would never have a relationship with my parents again. The therapist was destroying my life, but I managed to save myself in the nick of time.

    Let’s go back for a moment. You were having trouble with your son. What was going on at the time?

       My son was acting out very badly. It’s a neis that he is now okay and married to a wonderful girl.

    You saw that he was slipping, but did you know about the trauma behind your son’s behavior?

    I had my suspicions.

    When you went to the therapist to discuss your son’s behavior, how did your marriage suddenly become the problem?

       That’s my whole point. You go to a therapist, and suddenly the problem you went for is turned into a different one, and it becomes either your marriage or your relationship with your parents or something else.

    So the therapist said you needed marriage counseling and that he would be your therapist?

       Yes. My husband was very passive and didn’t really join in, but I became hooked on it.

    “YOU GO TO A THERAPIST, AND SUDDENLY THE PROBLEM BECOMES YOUR MARRIAGE OR YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENTS OR SOMETHING ELSE.”

    You felt that you had a normal marriage with normal issues. How was the therapist able to convince you otherwise?

       When so much is going on and one of your children is going through a hard time, it’s easy to blame your spouse, especially when there’s a therapist who’s pushing the idea that your marriage is at fault. And the truth is that my husband and I weren’t on the same page as far as how to deal with our son, and the therapist was able to pick up on it.

    What was his plan to fix our marriage?

       I realized later that he wasn’t trying to fix our marriage; he was goading me into getting divorced.

    How much of an effect did that have on you?

       I was on the brink.

    What was your husband’s reaction to all this?

       He felt bad about everything, but as I said, he’s passive by nature. Thinking back, I can’t believe we really could have gotten divorced. And to make matters worse, the therapist disapproved of my relationship with my parents and said it needed boundaries.

    Had your husband ever had a problem with your relationship with your parents?

       We always had a good relationship and he accepted them, even though it was sometimes difficult. My mother was definitely ahead of her time. I’m in my late 50s, and she was never a hitter or a hollerer in an era when these things were very common. My father was tougher, but my mother could also be critical at times. I was the oldest child, so I was the one who always helped them and was mechabed them. Then I got “empowered” by my therapist to set boundaries. He pushed me into breaking off my relationship with my father.

    THIS THERAPIST HAD NEVER EVEN MET MY FATHER, BUT HE DIAGNOSED HIM WITH A PERSONALITY DISORDER AND ANGER MANAGEMENT ISSUES. INSTEAD OF CREATING SHALOM, HE CREATED NEGATIVITY.

    Where did that come from?

       When I mentioned that my father had disciplined my son, he told me this meant that my father had crossed a certain boundary that wasn’t meant to be crossed. He convinced me to sever my relationship with him, which also meant that I couldn’t talk to my mother, with whom I was very close.

       Whenever I told the therapist about a nice interaction I had with my parents, after which my father got upset about something and blew off some steam, instead of minimizing the incident, the therapist would blow it up and say how terrible it was. He would insist that I mustn’t let my father into my house and that I had to show him who was boss. This therapist had never even met my father, but he diagnosed him with a personality disorder and anger management issues. Instead of creating shalom, he created negativity.

       The same thing happened whenever I mentioned my husband. My husband is the nicest person in the world, but he’s not a good communicator. Instead of building him up and talking about his positive traits, the therapist would magnify whatever was negative.

    Did you speak to a rav before severing your relationship with your parents?

       It was based entirely on the therapist, who claimed that he had sought daas Torah about my situation.

       I was very addicted to the therapy, and I wouldn’t have missed a week if you had paid me.

    You never tried to make peace with your parents?

       There were times when I tried to make peace with my parents during the years when we weren’t talking.

       One year, my sister couldn’t have my parents for Pesach because she wasn’t well. My parents had always come to me, and she didn’t know what to do, so she called her rav for advice.

       The rav called me and said, “I just spoke to your sister. I’ve known your father for many years and you aren’t wrong for having a taanah against him, but you still have to ask him for mechilah even though it’s hard.” I told him that I would think about it, but I didn’t do it right away.

    Did you discuss it with your father?

       No, because I was already “empowered,” so I just lashed out at him.

    What ended up happening that Pesach?

       I apologized and my parents came to us for Yom Tov, but then some minor incident happened and I broke things off again. It was constantly on and off. Eventually I realized that this therapist was just taking my money and tying me to him with his charisma, but I was really in a downward spiral. I felt the therapist had cast a spell on me.

    He was being manipulative?

       Yes. Very much so. I was no longer thinking for myself.

    ‘I STILL CRY WHENEVER I THINK ABOUT WHAT I DID TO MY PARENTS, ESPECIALLY TO MY FATHER.’

    If he had such power over you and you were enmeshed with him, how were you able to break away?

       What happened was that I went to hear a lecture with a friend, and the speaker spoke about how you can’t pick and choose which mitzvos you want to keep. I realized that I was picking and choosing not to keep kibbud av va’eim, and it really bothered me.

       By the way, the fact that the therapist was seeing me alone was also somewhat inappropriate. In the beginning my husband and I went to him together, but then he started seeing me alone. I knew that it was inappropriate, but the therapist was very convincing. After the lecture I called Rav Gissinger, who had made several attempts to reach out to me on behalf of my parents.

    Rav Gissinger was trying to make shalom and you ignored him?

       I didn’t take his calls.

    What happened when you called Rav Gissinger back?

    He told me that he had been trying to reach me and that he felt very bad about the situation. I was close to him during the last few years of his life. In fact, he called me five days before he passed away about something else.

       Anyway, Rav Gissinger said that he wanted me to go to a different therapist. It was very hard for me to break away from my therapist because I was so dependent on him, but the next time I went for a session, I had an epiphany. All of a sudden Toras goyim has seeped into the therapist’s office.

    Did your parents try to reach out to you when you weren’t speaking to them?

       They did, but I was advised to be very strict and not talk to them; that’s how “empowered” I was. I would have never acted like that if I wasn’t in therapy.


    What was your husband’s take on all this?

       He didn’t agree with me, but he saw that kept insisting that the relationship with my father was really a power struggle, and I bought into it.

       I cannot tell you how much I regret those three years when my parents weren’t in my life. Right after we reconciled, I asked my father if he forgave me, and he said, “Of course I forgive you. I forgave you right away.” He was a very good person, and the only person who made me think otherwise was that therapist.

    “IN BAD THERAPY, THE THERAPIST WREAKS HAVOC IN YOUR LIFE AND IN THE LIVES OF YOUR FAMILY. IT’S GREAT TO HAVE SOMEONE VALIDATE YOUR ANGER AND PAIN, BUT WHAT OFTEN FOLLOWS ARE BLAME, VICTIMIZATION AND SELF-ABSORPTION.”

    What did the second therapist do differently?

       She told me her personal story. Her mother had gone through the Holocaust but somehow wasn’t embittered by it, even though she’d had a very difficult time. She loved life and was very appreciative of everything she had. By contrast, her mother-in-law was also a Holocaust survivor, but she was extremely bitter.

       The therapist was the first kallah in the family, and when she got engaged, she bought a cassette player for her husband’s younger siblings so they could listen to music. Her future mother-in-law yelled at her, “How can you listen to music after what I went through?” The therapist pointed out to me that different people react to things differently, and we just have to deal with it rather than cut them out of our lives.

       When I told her that I’d had a good relationship with my parents before seeing the first therapist, she said, “You still have that relationship, but you were empowered in the wrong way.”

       It took a while for me to understand this. I had to start by taking baby steps, but baruch Hashem, the relation-ship was restored. My father had many maalos, and he was beloved by many people. He also had a great sense of humor.

       The Torah says, “V’ahavta l’rei’acha kamocha,” but it doesn’t say, “V ’ahavta es avicha v’es imecha.” It says, “Kabeid es avicha v’es imecha.” Someone once quoted Rav Gamliel Rabinowitz, who said that parents are so afraid of their children these days that there is now an Eleventh Commandment: “Kabeid es banecha v’es bitecha.”

       Honoring your parents can be very hard, but for years I did it even when it wasn’t easy. Then I had those years of turmoil for no reason, and it was all because of Toras goyim.

    How did your children react to the fact that you weren’t speaking to your parents?

       They couldn’t understand why they couldn’t go to Bubby and Zeidy anymore. My youngest son in particular was very upset.

    When people cut off contact with their parents, they don’t realize that they are simultaneously depriving their children of their grandparents.

       Absolutely. It’s the exact opposite of what the Torah says.

       Every therapist works to bring memories to the surface. A good therapist, like the one I went to later, works to bring good memories to the fore. She explained to me that some Holocaust survivors were able to take their trauma and put it in a box; it was still there, but they were able to open a new box and move on. In bad therapy, the therapist unleashes bad feelings that fester and wreak havoc in your life and in the lives of everyone in your family. It’s great to have someone validate your anger and pain, but what often follows are blame, victimization and self-absorption.

       In good therapy, the same feelings come up, but they’re accompanied by compassion and lead to a greater connection. I wasn’t given the tools to do that because my firs therapist wasn’t interested in having me establish that connection.

       By the way, my first therapist saw me privately and charged $150 an hour. My second therapist works in a clinic. She gets a salary and sees eight patients a day, so she isn’t doing it for the money.

    What was your father’s so-called “crime,” aside from disciplining your son?

       He didn’t really commit a “crime.” The therapist made me feel as if it was my job to help him work on his middos.

       Before Rav Gissinger passed away, I told him how guilty I still felt, and he told me that it says in the Gemara that whatever you ultimately end up doing is the real truth. “I know you love your father,” he told me. “The only thing guilt is good for is doing teshuvah, because you have to have charatah, and you asked your father for mechilah.” I know that my father really forgave me. He was a good person who happened to have a few chesronos, just like the rest of us.

       I’ve come to realize that a big part of life is trying to get along with people. Some relationships get harder and some get easier as time goes by.

    How many years did you have with your father after you made up with him?

       I had four good years after the three bad ones. I shudder to think what would have happened if I’d never gotten away from that therapist and had the opportunity to reconcile with my father before he passed away. Someone wrote that the euphoria of empowerment overwhelms your seichel, and that’s very true.

    Is your objective in publicizing this to make others aware that they may be doing certain things because they’re under the spell of a therapist?

       I believe that there’s good therapy and bad therapy, and there’s a lot of bad therapy. Rav Gissinger described it as a “mageifah.” I have a neighbor who told me she has a teenage niece who was having difficulties. Her parents took her for therapy, and the next thing they knew, thetherapist had advised the girl to cut herself off from them.

    “I’VE COME TO REALIZE THAT A BIG PART OF LIFE IS TRYING TO GET ALONG WITH PEOPLE. SOME RELATIONSHIPS GET HARDER AND SOME GET EASIER AS TIME GOES ON.”

    What reason did she have for not speaking to them?

       We don’t know what the reason is. I know someone else like that whose parents were told that their married daughter was cutting herself off from them with reshus from Rav Shmuel Kamenetsky. The father called Rav Shmuel to ask him about it, and Rav Shmuel said he had no idea what he was talking about. “It’s possible that they sent someone in to ask me about a certain scenario, and I said that if it was exactly as they described, they should do that, but I never spoke to them directly.”

       Rav Shmuel then called the daughter and said, “You’re using my name, but I never spoke to you, and I would like to do so now.” But she and her husband never went to talk to him. There are now three grandchildren whom the grandparents have never seen.

       My parents forgave me, but I know someone who was also “empowered” and then managed to break free of that mindset, but her parents refuse to forgive her, saying they just can’t go through the ups and downs again because it’s too painful. They’ve already made peace with not having her in their lives. I daven that they will change their minds.

       I know someone whose daughter had not spoken to her for 20 years. I’m not even sure why. The daughter wanted to have contact with her mother, but the father told the mother that if she had anything to do with their daughter while she was refusing to speak to him, he would leave her. He forced her to choose between him and their daughter.

       Twenty years went by, and the daughter had a few children in shidduchim. She also had a sick child. She went to Rav Galai for a brachah and told him all her problems. “Someone has a hakpadah against you,” he said. “Who is it? With whom did you have a fight? She started to cry and told him that she hadn’t spoken to her parents in 20 years. He said, “You have to make shalom with your parents.”

       She went to the Kosel and cried her eyes out. Out of the blue this mother got a text from her daughter: “Mommy, I’m at the Kosel, and I’m begging you for forgiveness. I’m going through such a hard time.”

       This woman was suddenly introduced to a whole new part of her family, as she had never met her grandchildren.

       This woman’s husband is takeh a difficult person, but everyone is obligated to deal with their parents to the best of their ability. I’m not saying that there aren’t extreme cases. There are, and I know of a few of them. But this wasn’t one of them.

    Have you ever convinced someone to reconnect with his or her parents?

       I’m not a professional, but people do call me sometimes. One thing I’ve learned is that if you’re not a professional, you should never validate someone’s complaints. My father used to tell me never to say anything bad about someone’s spouse because once they make up, they’ll always remember what you said. And the same goes for parents and children. If a child says something negative about his parents, you can say, “That must have been hard,” but you shouldn’t egg him on.

       I have an aunt who once made a nasty remark about my father’s temper, and I still remember it. She wasn’t wrong, but still… My father did have a temper, but he was a good man. The therapist made me concentrate on that small negative part of him, and that doesn’t make any sense.

    CUTTING OFF ONE’S PARENTS ISN’T A CURE. ALL IT DOES IS BRING PAIN TO THE PARENTS, THE CHILD, THE GRANDCHILDREN AND THE EXTENDED FAMILY.

    When you meet someone in this matzav, do you tell her not to make the same mistake that you did?

       Only if it comes up in the conversation. I have a friend who belongs to a support group for parents whose children have cut them off. She always tells me about the depth of the pain they express and how it feels like a betrayal. She’s actually gotten some of these people’s children to contact me. It’s obviously very personal, so I get very upset. It’s a crisis that’s getting worse by the day.

       I know someone who has an only child, a daughter. Yes, she’s a very tough woman, but her daughter didn’t talk to her for years. The husband recently passed away, and now they’re talking again. I went to be menachem aveil, and I saw that they were both trying their best. But there’s just story after story. My father was so forgiving. He even told me how sorry he was about what I had gone through. And my mother was like that as well.
    There was another case where the daughter had stopped talking to her mother. Then they made up and started to slowly bridge the gap, but every time the mother did an “aveirah,” the daughter went back to her therapist and stopped talking to her again.

    What was her “aveirah”?

       The daughter was very into boundaries. Which parent doesn’t sometimes cross a boundary? But this particular mother’s “sin” was that she once walked into her daughter’s house unannounced—after finding the door wide open and ringing the doorbell. The daughter insisted that she had crossed a boundary and kicked her out of the house. She told her never to come back unless she asked permission first I would never have done such a thing to my parents before I got caught up in the therapy, and then I found myself in the same hole.

       There’s another issue here. Sometimes, if the therapist is a former talmid or fellow mispallel of a rav—or the wife of a former talmid or mispallel—that rav might trust the therapist too much.

       People are getting divorced right and left, and there are a lot of difficult marriages. But there’s bad, there’s very bad, and then there’s worse. You’re better off with bad than you are with worse, even though bad is difficult. And the same is true when it comes to parents and children.

       During our conversation this woman telling me her story kept breaking down in sobs and saying, “You don’t under-stand—I loved my father! I really did. I can’t believe that a therapist was able to manipulate me into hurting him. He convinced me that my father didn’t love me, but he did, in his own way. And I loved him.”
       She also kept marveling over what a close call she’d had. “Imagine if I hadn’t had the guts to break away from the therapist. I would have lost out on so much, and I would never have had those wonderful last four years.”

       She has only one message for our readers: Cutting off one’s parents isn’t a cure. All it does is bring pain to the parents, the child, the grandchildren and the ex-tended family. It is a last resort to be re-served for only the most untenable situations.

    * The protagonist can be reached through Ami Magazine.

  • Our Daughter Stopped Talking To Us, a father’s warning to our community

    When one of my children disappeared from my life by one-sidedly distancing herself, I lived through every parent’s worst nightmare. I was given no hints or advance warning, but until I personally experienced parental estrangement, I was only vaguely aware of its insidious existence. 

    Our family had always enjoyed a happy and close dynamic. I have a wonderful wife and five adult children, and we spent time together on vacations, during Yomim Tovim and on school breaks. I felt very blessed. Friends of ours often commented on how special it was that we really enjoyed each other’s company. We were also close to our extended families on both sides. 

    And then, totally out of the blue, something terrible and completely unexpected shattered our equanimity. Our daughter Esther* is a schoolteacher in her mid-30s with a supportive husband and seven children, ka”k. She had always been a type-A personality had suffered on and off from low level anxiety over the years, but with a good marriage and a strong family unit, she was doing well. Highly intelligent and sensitive toothers, she was well-liked by friends, family and coworkers. 

    It was approximately six months into COVID when it occurred to us that Esther was starting to withdraw from the family. She was visiting and calling less often, and in general she was not involving me or other family members in her life as much as she used to. It was such a slow change that we hardly noticed it until it became more striking. We were accustomed to being in constant contact: chatting about this and that, babysitting, my wife going shopping with her and buying her kids clothing and toys. At first, we attributed it to the pandemic, since our son-in-law was vigilant about all the social distancing and masking. We also blamed it on the fact that their new baby had been born a month early, so there was a lot of stress. We gave Esther the space that we thought she needed, providing her with emotional support in the few conversations we had with her. We also helped her financially. We privately worried that perhaps there was a health issue going on that they didn’t want to burden us with. 

    As the months passed, I realized that there was definitely a new coolness and distance to our relationship. Whenever I called her and asked how she was doing, she brushed me off and assured me that everything was fine, ending our conversations quickly and firmly.

    Soon Pesach was approaching, a Yom Tov that we had always spent together. Esther began dodging my wife’s questions relating to her plans. Two weeks before Pesach, she stopped taking any of our calls. Confused and deeply worried, we reached out to our son-in-law, who also ignored our calls. We didn’t know what to think when this continued. Then, to our utter shock and dismay, they both blocked us on their phones. We didn’t know where to turn.

    It was inexplicable. There hadn’t even been any arguments or disagreements, nothing that could help us understand their behavior. Time was passing, and we were cut off from our beloved grandchildren as well. We were sick with worry. We spent many gut-wrenching hours and sleepless nights discussing and dissecting everything that had transpired, trying to make sense out of this bizarre and frightening situation. 

    Our oldest son was finally successful in reaching out to Esther, and after pleading with her to explain her sudden cold behavior, she agreed to a meeting. It began with Esther angrily spilling out a litany of shocking complaints about how we had mistreated her throughout her life. The things she was saying were so strange and ludicrous that we couldn’t make sense of them at all. It was also the first time we had an inkling that she held such grievances. She confided in her brother that she had been going through a rough period in her life and was in therapy, which she said was tremendously helpful, although she didn’t disclose any specifics.

    Our son reported that their conversation had been very stilted and that she didn’t sound like her regular self. She was using a lot of “psychobabble,” and he got the feeling that she was parroting words and ideas she had learned in the course of her therapy.

    Then things went from bad to worse. By the time the new school year came around, Esther had disappeared completely  from our lives. We found ourselves having to dodge questions from our siblings and friends, who began to take notice of her absence.

    A few months later, we decided that the time had come for desperate measures. We had two of our children visit Esther late one evening, after her kids were asleep. After much prodding, she finally confided in her siblings that she had been undergoing a kind of therapy called EMDR, which stands for eye movement desensitization and reprocessing. As a result of the therapeutic sessions, she had recovered repressed memories of being abused by me, her father, as a young child of three or four.

    She went on to describe how images of that were flooding her thoughts, and she was now in the process of dealing with the intense trauma they were causing. She told them that my wife bad been aware of the abuse and had covered up for me over the years. Needless to say, Esther’s siblings reeled in horror. How could someone who had a perfectly normal and healthy childhood and relationship with her father suddenly have such preposterous “memories”? Esther stubbornly refused to hear any words of doubt or protest, repeatedly, saying that she was sure the events had really happened. As her therapist bad explained, she had repressed these memories because they were horrific.

    When I heard what my daughter had said, I felt faint and couldn’t breathe. The room began to spin, and I had to grasp the arms of my chair. My wife’s face was pale and she looked terror-stricken. The very idea that my child, whom I loved dearly and had certainly, never abused, could accuse me of such a heinous crime was surreal. And the notion that my wife had been an “accomplice” was equally grotesque. 

    After a night of crying and talking it over, we decided to reach out to a close relative, who connected us with a rebbetzin who had been involved in familiar counseling for several decades. Having been sought out by so many ehrliche people for guidance, we trusted her completely with our story.

    After tearfully recounting what had happened to us, we told her that the only possible explanation we bad come up with was that our daughter was suffering from some form of mental illness, perhaps schizophrenia, bipolar disorder or some other form of psychosis or delusional behavior. However, when we mentioned that our daughter had been undergoing EMDR therapy, the rebbetzin took a deep breath and said that mental illness might not be to blame. She then asked us if EMDR had supposedly “awakened these ‘memories.’” When we answered in the affirmative, she told us that EMDR has recently become very popular in our circles, and that the therapy itself is extremely controversial. She then began to explain what EMDR does and how it works. Without knowing us personally, she obviously couldn’t be sure of our innocence, but it was clear from our initial meeting that she trusted that we were probably telling the truth based on similar cases.

    We learned that EMDR is a type of therapy that uses eye movements, taps and noises or lights to help patients recover from various kinds of trauma as well as other negative experiences. It was introduced by a psychologist named Dr. Francine Shapiro in 1989 for treatment of traumatic memories, and it has since been used for anxiety, PTSD, many kinds of phobias and panic disorders. The goal of this therapy is to process memories in a different way that makes them less painful and less triggering. It is done one-on-one with a trained EMDR therapist and is administered once or twice a week for a period of six to 12 weeks on average.

    Most importantly, Dr. Shapiro had specifically warned against using this therapy in conjunction with other treatments, like hypnosis, which may create false memories, and she warned that the technique should not be used to recover suppressed memories, noting that memory itself is frail and imperfect. If a patient does experience “awakened memories,” she noted that they shouldn’t be taken literally. In fact, she had cautioned therapists against assuming that they are true, since they typically include figurative components that mix accurate and inaccurate elements. The point of EMDR was to deal with the emotional effects of trauma, not to investigate memories.

    There isn’t clear evidence whether EMDR on its own can induce false memories, with some studies suggesting yes and some no. However, the practices that therapists use along with EMDR and the suggestions they may make during EMDR therapy can definitely induce false memories. In 2021, an Italian court sentenced a psychologist to four years in prison for inducing false memories of abuse in a patient during EMDR sessions.

    The rebbetzin also explained that when therapists use EMDR in this way, they are undermining the real victims of abuse who have conscious memories of actual events. Furthermore, awakened memories of such abuse at such a young age isn’t congruent with the research data on children’s memory retention, which is typically very vague and based on the individual’s child’s level of processing, which is minimal at best.

    If used correctly, EMDR can be lifesaving, but as we unfortunately learned from personal experience, if it isn’t, it has the potential to cause devastation. Ours was the third case the rebbetzin had seen in which parents or other relatives had been falsely accused of abuse after an adult child had gone for EMDR therapy. She offered to reach out to our daughter and her husband, and we planned to meet again to discuss what further steps we should take.

    We also spoke to one of the directors of a frum mental health referral service about his experiences with this therapy without revealing any details of our personal story. He told us that even though EMDR has brought tremendous benefit to many trauma patients in our community, it comes with real risks and dangers. Sending someone for this kind of therapy is not always appropriate, and rabbanim are often consulted before the decision is made. It is also necessary to know which EMDR therapists can be trusted not to lead their clients down this destructive path. Unfortunately, many therapists themselves don’t understand the purpose of EMDR. And he told us all this without even knowing our story!

    I wish I could say that there is a happy ending to this tale. Over the past three years, we have made some progress thanks to numerous family therapy sessions with a psychologist who is familiar with the dangers of EMDR, and Esther now concedes that her memories might be false. Although we have been irrevocably damaged by what happened, we are grateful she is back in our lives to the extent that she is. I have since spoken to many other frum parents and grandparents whose sons or daughters stopped talking to them, and it broke my heart to know how common parental estrangement is in our community. It is a phenomenon that can be caused by bad therapy, and when the accusations against the parents are false, the estrangement is particularly gut-wrenching. 

    I can tell you that our experience has been hurtful in a way that words cannot convey, and the fact that this tragedy was abetted by a therapist makes that person an accomplice. If even one family will be saved by hearing my story, it will have been worth all of the anguish of telling it.

    *Names have been changed for privacy.