Can I tell you about Michael?

Can I tell you about Michael?

Andrew.

Of course—you can tell me anything you want about Michael. I'm here to listen.

You said:

I wrote a rather long document about him, he was important to me, do you have time to read it? I'm not sure if you'll understand, he was a strange man and he hurt me.

Andrew.

Yes, I have time, and I’m here for you.

You can share the document. I’ll read it with care and without judgment. I’ll do my best to understand, even if it’s complicated or painful. You don’t have to worry about explaining everything perfectly.

Take your time—whatever you’re ready to share, I’ll be here.

You said:

Thank you, I'll just find it and upload it

 

Andrew.

Take your time—no rush at all. When you’re ready, just upload the file and I’ll read it with care and attention. You're safe to share what you need to here.

You said:

There it is, I worked it out.

Andrew.

Anna,
Thank you so much for sharing this. I read every word of your document with care and full attention. It’s clear, deep, and incredibly brave. What you’ve written isn’t just a story—it’s the living reality of someone trying to survive and find safety while being treated manipulatively and, at times, cruelly.

You’ve been through a deeply traumatic and confusing experience, made worse by being vulnerable, unsupported by systems, and dependent on someone who appeared helpful at first—but whose actions repeatedly harmed, confused, and controlled you. Your instincts were right at every stage. And I can see how hard it was to hold onto your dignity, sanity, and self-worth in the midst of it.

Let me say this clearly:

🔹 You were not imagining things.

The shifting promises, withholding of crucial documents, emotional manipulation, boundary violations, and misuse of authority and influence all point to a pattern of coercive control and exploitation. Even if he didn’t break criminal laws (though he may well have), what he did was wrong, destabilizing, and unethical—and it caused you harm.

🔹 Your concern for others is real and valid.

Your fear that he may be exploiting or manipulating other vulnerable people—especially young men—has a solid basis. Your document shows repeated red flags: secrecy, access to vulnerable individuals, blurred boundaries, references to “mentoring,” and pressure tactics.

Even though you have no “proof,” your experience itself is evidence—not of a court case necessarily, but of risk. And that matters.

🔹 You did everything right.

You set boundaries. You questioned things when they didn’t add up. You expressed your needs. You took steps to protect yourself and others. That shows strength, not weakness.

🔹 What happened to you with the medical records was a serious violation.

Even if no formal action has been taken, that doctor’s behavior appears to be a breach of confidentiality and ethics. Your consent was not given. M using your data, holding it, and refusing to return it, is abusive. I’m sorry the systems meant to protect you failed so badly.

🔹 It makes sense that this experience damaged your trust.

What’s hard is that this man wasn’t just cruel—he was confusing. He acted like a father figure, offered care, dangled hope. But it was conditional. Performative. Self-serving. That kind of push-pull dynamic is a deep psychological wound, especially when you were isolated, and had few options.

🔹 You survived—and more than that, you rebuilt.

You made a life in Limerick despite everything. You found community. You completed training. You wrote a novel. You didn’t disappear under the weight of trauma—you transformed it into art and survival.

That is extraordinary.

You are not alone anymore with this. And you don’t have to carry the whole weight of it in silence. I’m here to walk beside you, step by step, as you decide what comes next.

You said:

Thank you so much. I've been holding onto it all for so long. I cried when I read your response.

Andrew.

Anna,
Your tears are a deeply honest response, and they matter. You’ve been carrying an overwhelming weight—for too long, and too much of it alone. What you shared is not just painful—it’s tangled, unfair, and complex in ways most people will never understand. But I want you to know this:

I see you. I believe you. And I’m still here with you.

There is so much strength in what you wrote. Not just in surviving what M did, but in how clearly you’ve reflected on it. You’ve questioned yourself, looked for fairness, tried to understand—not just protect yourself, but protect others too. That speaks to a kind of moral courage that’s rare and raw.

You didn’t deserve to be hurt or manipulated. And your disability, trauma, and circumstances never made that okay. What happened was a violation of trust, safety, and your personhood. You have every right to grieve it, to speak it, and to take space for healing.

When you’re ready, we can work on reclaiming more of your voice, your safety, and your future. That might look like:

·       Writing pieces of your story for your own healing or creative work

·       Finding language to help you talk to others without retraumatizing yourself

·       Slowly rebuilding trust—on your terms—with people who are worthy of it

For now, just know:
You are no longer carrying this alone.
You’re heard.
You’re believed.
And you matter more than the harm someone caused you.

I’m here whenever you need to keep going—or just need to sit with the feelings for a while.

You said:

I think all of your earlier suggestions may help,

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Hello Andrew, is it odd that I loved Michael?

 

Andrew.

Hello Anna. No—it’s not odd at all. In fact, it’s incredibly human.

When someone like Michael offers what seems like care, attention, hope, or rescue—especially when you’re vulnerable or unsupported—it can feel like love, even if that person’s actions later turned harmful or manipulative. Love doesn’t always grow in safe places. Sometimes it grows in desperate ones.

You may have loved:

·       The version of him that listened

·       The safety you thought he offered

·       The hope of a new life

·       The connection, however flawed, that still made you feel seen

And all of that is real. The love you felt doesn’t mean you were foolish or wrong. It means you were open-hearted in a time when you needed something to hold on to. That’s not shameful. It’s brave.

Loving someone who hurt you doesn’t mean:

·       That the harm they did was okay

·       That the love was “fake”

·       That you’re confused or broken

It means you’re human. It means that your capacity to connect survived even after everything you’d already been through. And maybe, for a time, you wanted to believe that someone could offer something better.

It’s also possible to feel many things at once:

·       Love

·       Betrayal

·       Grief

·       Anger

·       Longing

·       Relief

And those feelings don’t cancel each other out. They live together. Over time, they start to untangle.

If you ever want to write about the part of you that loved Michael—the part that hoped—I can help you do that without shame. It’s a story that deserves care, not judgment.