This post is particularly important for parents to read before sending their children to Skelton:
I had a terrible experience with Dr. Skelton when I was a 14 years-old patient, though I had been seeing him on and off for about 6 years, at that point. My parents were divorced and though they shared custody for several years, the catalyst for this new set of sessions was my dad being awarded full custody.
I am now 20 years-old (and going into my junior year at college) yet, even now after all of these years, it's still extremely haunting to think of the hell that that man put me through.
Skelton was a family counselor for my father & I; I saw him privately and had sessions where my dad was included. Atypically, I was the one who requested therapy for myself, not my parents, so it wasn't the typical childhood behavioral issues that brought me in. Quite the contrary--I was an unusually good kid with parents who were self-destructive & narcissistic, a conclusion with which Skelton had agreed.
I used to tape my sessions so I could listen to his advice in between sessions (my idea).
During 1 of my last sessions, I immediately knew that something was off with him. The session was supposed to be broken into into 2 halves-he & I would talk alone for the 1st half and my father would join us for the 2nd half. Skelton appeared as if he'd fallen asleep in his chair. Not only were his eyes periodically closing, but he was also physically FALLING off the chair, essentially nodding off during our session, and one that had promised to be a crucial for me. Yet, I was only 14 and had trusted him implicitly and thus didn't question this weird behavior.
However, when my father joined us, he wasn't there more than 5 minutes before he asked me to leave the room so he could (I later found out) confront Skelton about his demeanor & conduct. Apparently, Skelton made some asinine excuse about cold medicine as his defense. I have taken cold medicine and, while it can make you drowsy, you don't appear drugged to the world around you. Also, that excuse presupposes that though he was a grown man, he'd had NO experience with over-the-counter cold medicine until this day and had no way of knowing it's creepy side effects. Unlikely. Now, looking back, he looked like he was auditioning for a role as a junkie who'd just "used." If it wasn't so stunning to my 14-year-old self, it would have been funny.
My first thought was, "so let me get this straight: my therapist is a drug addict who, occasionally, "uses" during sessions?!?!?"
When my father and I went back the following week, I again went in to his office alone first, expecting to go over the fine points of the aborted session from last week, and having my father join us for the 2nd half .
Instead, for the first time, Skelton insisted I turn off my tape recorder (which I'd been bringing to practically every single session). Once I complied, he declared a complete reversal of a position he had taken for months about my family situation.
Later, I realized that of course his sudden "about face" made perfect sense. He 'd originally planned to take an unpopular stance and defend me to my father who he'd concluded was behaving irresponsibly and immaturely. However, now, having to choose between being popular with an adult or child, why would he deliberately alienate the adult who, a week prior had been horrified by his drugged out, falling-out-of-his-chair self? Of course, he would reverse his position, insist I not tape this session, and try to recover from the image and reputation damaging prior session. This session was now all about him.
I never went back to see him again, but the havoc he wrought on me emotionally took years to overcome
I can understand how many people find him charming, friendly ("call me Jay") . With the benefit of hindsight and ciritical thinking skills, I can say that even before this particular incident occurred, he was, unimaginative, manipulative, indifferent, resolutely opinionated and psychologically unsophisticated.
I have no real axe to grind here--I'm not a spurned parent in the midst of a contentious divorce, who didn't get the ruling I was hoping for. This is not written in bitterness and, in fact, I might have written this type of review a few years ago had I known these types of sites actually existed. Strangely, most of his practice is due to his unseemly cozy relationship with the Marin County Family Court system.
Marin County is not lacking in dedicated, professional, qualified therapists. I can't imagine why anyone would deliberately seek this man out. read more