Having said that though, my experience sucked. I had my doubts but I was desperate enough to go to the school counsellor when I was in year 9. They raised concerns about child abuse and I insisted that I don't want to bring my parents in for a discussion (because I knew how unsupportive they'd be). The school issued a letter to my parents without my permission, which resulted in my Dad chasing me around the house, trying to beat me. And lots of tears from my mum, who just stood and watched.
I hadn't even told them about the extent of my depression or half the things that's happened to me. I lied about suicidality because they'd be obliged to tell my parents if I told them the truth. But even that didn't prevent them from contacting my parents and getting me into a load of deep shit.
I gave up the counselling but im going to go back now because a) ive swallowed my pride, and b) i really do need help.
Its always worth a try, and if it doesnt work they can refer you on to other places.
You shouldn't test the water with both feet but this is one of those things you should trust to help you.
I've been in therapy for a long time and I'm on meds for bi-polar disorder. Things don't magically cure themselves, but it's nice to know that I can talk to people to care about me and it gets a little easier every day.
and if she doesnt, pawn all her stuff and move out.