He saw me in a tiny, and I mean tiny room with no furniture other than two chairs and a plug-in radiator which made the room stiflingly hot.
He proceeded to ask lots of questions, including one about drug use. I said I'd occasionally used recreational drugs when I was younger and he said "I'll just write former drug user".
As I told him about my situation (mostly a double bereavement H and I were dealing with) he started to criticise my H for not supporting me better. I was like "Uh, he's grieving as much as I am." It was so judgemental.
Then he started to tell me this bizarre third hand story about a couple who had lost their baby and put the ashes urn to bed every night, even though it didn't relate to my situation at all (our bereavements were not children).
He was also just weird and didn't seem to be hearing me at all. It's crazy because he is supposedly well regarded and has written books on bereavement, but it was like he had no clue about how to relate to me at all.
I left thinking 'he won't be hearing from me again' then he rang me out of the blue about three weeks later and said "I can start seeing you regularly now." as if I had no say in it. He was so presumptuous, he didn't even ask me how I would feel about working with him. When I read positive reviews about him my mind boggles.