This is the frustration. Yes, my Dad (relatively young at 63) is under the care of a mental health professional. However, he uses the doctor only for the purpose of receiving perscription medication a.k.a. "Happy pills". Unfortunetly these only work on a VERY minor level and my Dad is unwilling to discuss his situation with the therapist. Ask him how he's doing and the response you'll get is "fine". If only that were the truthful answer. I can not make him talk, so I remain stuck in the unenviable position of being completely helpless to do anything. Not fun.