When I was 16-17 I went to an agency for depression and they just gave me a social worker that I saw for only a few short months. I really liked her - though she was only like 27ish.

I originally was born/raised in IL, moved to OK to get away from abuse at the age of 20. About 9 months later my friend and I had realized that my depression was bad enough that I needed help. Since I get help through Vocational Rehab (VR) assistance they sent me to a center for an assessment. They refused to give me invividual therapy so I got angry and left. I call a (my current) therapist that my friend had talked highly of, made an appointment, and told VR that I'm seeing her - and they agreed. She's around 55.