I really hate long, involved, overly-personal intake forms. Yuck. And, I agree, stuff like your birth weight? Who has that memorized?

My old T (the one who kicked me out!) asked me during an initial session if my mom had breastfed me! Oh for the love of... it's not like I *remember*. And, really - *does* it affect my treatment? Is he going to say, "OK, well, then you're *definitely* depressed... you know, had your mom not given you a bottle, you'd probably be a lot happier now!"

Pretty useless.

Stuff like your s*xual history, oh geez, just no, please. Given I can't even type out the word, there's nothing that I'm willing to put on a form and hand over to someone that I just met 30 minutes ago. Yikes. Just no, no, and wait for it... no!

I'm glad she told you to just fill out what you're comfortable with... even if she didn't, that's what *I* would have told you to do!