I have a Peter Gill experience I'd like to share with
you, after all these years it still scalds me.

In 1964 I met a woman I shall refer to as J. She was
looking to make some money while remaining at home
with her two small children, and I needed someone to
care for my toddler while I was at work. We became
friends.
About three or four years into our friendship, her
daughter, K., was diagnosed with leukemia. For the
next four years her life was consumed with K's
treatment and steady, horrible deterioration.
Sometime during that period, J. began therapy with
Peter Gill. She saw him frequently (I don't remember
how often, but it was several times a week.) Many
times, while J. was seeing Peter, I stood in for her
at Children's Hospital with K.
Following K's death - just after her eighth
birthday - J. revealed to me that she had not, in
fact, been receiving therapy with "Dr." Gill, but had
been conducting an affair for most of that time.
Peter left his first wife and moved into J's
Cambridge apartment. One day I received a telephone
call from J. Peter had beaten her, she told me,
sitting on top of her and slapping her face so hard
and so many times that it "looked like hamburger."
Those were her words.
They made up, however, and she became his second wife.
Prior to J. telling me the true nature of her
relationship with Peter, and while K. was still
alive, J. and I (both single mothers at the time)
had discussed finding an apartment together, sharing
rent and childcare responsibilities.
I was involved in a difficult relationship with my
ex-husband from whom I was separated but not yet
divorced, our children were friends, and it seemed
like a good plan for both of us.
Shortly after our discussion, J. told me that Peter
had offered to see me, free of charge, to help with my
own problems. I took him up on what seemed to me a
generous offer (should have looked that particular
gift horse in the mouth).
Peter's main interest, it turned out, was in this plan
of J.'s and mine to find a place together.
(Remember, I was unaware of their affair at this
time.) He suggested that it was a bad idea, and that
my interest in doing this could be due to some
deep-seated, unadmitted lesbian tendencies on my part.
I left feeling confused and put down by his comments.
Later, once J. confessed the truth to me, I realized
that I'd just been a pawn, a threat on J's part to
force Peter's hand, to convince him to leave his wife.
I cut them both out of my life.
I have heard that she has gone on to become a
therapist - trained by Peter Gill.
When his former female patients complain of
innapropriate sexual contact with Peter Gill I am
inclined to believe them. Unfortunately I was living
in California when the state finally caught up with
him, and was unaware of any of this. Otherwise I'd
have come forward. But I am now.