In 2006 my GP suggested I see a therapist, because I seemed, to her, "closed down and sad". My T's office is one she shares with several other Ts, and that is where my dad's work will pay for the first few sessions. So I went there. I met a woman that was in her late 50s, didn't really like her, saw her for a few months, at one session per month.

In April 2009 I wanted to go back to see a T because I was feeling overwhelmed with anxiety at school. I did, and met a woman in her early 30s, whom I like very much. We just have a sort of shared sense of dry humor, it's great