I saw two therapists before meeting current T.

#1: A fat lady around 65, didn't really care about me or my ed, so she'd just tell me to eat. The result was me restricting even more, because I was terrified that if I ate I would become huge like her. No connection at all. I stayed for about 4 sessions.

#2: An arrogant son of a ****** around 45, who treated me as if my ed was my fault and spoke to me as if I was a retarded 5-year-old. He kept checking his watch every 5 minutes. Stayed for only one session.

My current T is the only one I got along with. I wouldn't label him as 'perfect' though.