After him not calling to tell me the center was closing early for the day knowing I live an hour and 15 minutes away, and then not calling the following Monday to apologize or reschedule, I caved and called for another appointment. When I was done with that appointment he told me that he couldn't see me this week because it was a short week. So basically I have seen him once in the past five weeks because I was away for two weeks at Christmas. It is hard to develop a trusting relationship when I don't know from one week to the next if I will have an appointment. I just feel like he wants to be done with me and is hoping if he keeps doing this kind of stuff that I'll end treatment. If he doesn't like working with me or that he can help me then he should refer me to someone else and not treat me like I am less than human. My last therapist fell asleep on the very day that I had found the courage to talk about my son's shooting and assault. The one before that fell in love with me and it got very complicated so I left abruptly. I feel healthier and stronger when I am not in therapy and when I am going it alone. I don't know why I went back this third time, perhaps to validate my overall feeling that modern day psychotherapy is a complete and utter hoax.