Added the trigger because i don't know if this is a trigger for anyone.

The t was in the hospital for kidney stones.. So a few weeks later when i saw him for the regular session this is what he told me... he said he was laying in the hospital with his and yes he said the word "d*** hanging out and everyone could see his d***..... and how embarrassed he was... and well like, gee, why are you telling me this? i really don't need to know this...

So far, I have had three sessions with my first therapist. I don't have anything to compare to, so I can't tell if I am being oversensitive or if she is just not a very good T.

Every time I see her, she keeps bringing up (with incredulity) how I have lived in this town for 2 years and I "still have no friends". It is frustrating for me sometimes because it is not why I am seeing her. In our first session, we talked about why I was there: anxiety, social phobia, depression and SI.

I live in a very small town (2500 people). Statistically, there are very few people in my age bracket and I am not interested in drinking, parties or sports. That doesn't leave me with a lot of opportunities to meet people here. Normally I'd meet people at work, but I have been unable to find a job here.

Anyways.

Last time I saw her, she predictably began discussing how few friends I have. I went over all the information I have posted here. Lack of common interests, few options, lack of opportunity, etc. She always agrees with me that those are all serious impediments to meeting people my age.

Then she says "So, we just need to think of a way for you to meet people in your age bracket." I responded, semi-jokingly "Well, when you figure it out, let me know!"

Her response was to laugh loudly and say "Well, it's not MY problem!"

I just thought that was really rude and insensitive. First of all, I'm not the one who keeps bringing it up. Second of all, I have been living here for 2 years. She has been living here for over 15 years. She'd know where the local youth hangs out better than I do. And lastly, while I know that she does not really give a crap about my life, couldn't she at least pretend to while I'm there?

I should have clued in during our first visit when she was talking about SI and I welled up a bit. She laughed and pointed at my face and said "Do I see a little tear?"