My docs have been recommending therapy since I started searching for help in my early 20's & I've had some doozeys. There was the feminist one who said, basically, of course I'm depressed cuz I'm a housewife & mother. She got me real angry at my husband. He would come home from work & I'd be mean & resentful & he'd say, "Oh, you saw your therapist today." And the poor guy was paying for it, too. I guess that's love when he'll pay for me to come home & abuse him!

Then there was the one that wanted me to play with dolls. Sorry, I don't do dolls.

Then when I was in a manic phase, I was trying out new therapists & I "fired" one cuz she had a typo on a form that I was supposed to fill out. Then I "fired" one cuz she she was really gorgeous, had the nails done, obviously went to the gym (I was probably just jealous), but I blew up when she ran out of receipts & wanted to give it to me the next week. I thought she has all this time to get dolled up & she can't xerox a freaking piece of paper! I bet she wouldn't like it if I said, "I'll pay you next week."

Finally, I got in with a good pdoc who recommended a therapist (woman) who was not too beautiful, always had receipts ready, could spell & specialized in bp! She's helped me deal with my up & down emotions & helped me calm down. She's now attempting to help me increase my self-esteem--not seeing much progress yet, but, hey, there are no dolls.--Suzy