My awful experience with counseling

Okay, so, on my dad's request, I went to see a counselor and I hated every minute of it. I didn't mention to him that I thought I may have spd, but answered all his questions. The problem was, I would get confused and try to explain and make it worse. Anyway, by the end I had him convinced that I'm a rebellious young adult with pessimism issues. I've never been good at communicating and it didn't help that he is a member of my church.
That first experience was the worst 30 minutes I have ever had to endure and to top it all off, his bill was $70! For WHAT?
I refused to go back, but my dad still wants me to do something about it. I think I am willing to try again though a free counseling service at my college, but I'm utterly terrified to try. I get as far as walking toward the door to the counseling center before changing my mind and direction.
I like being different, I just don't like the implications that come with it. I want to be alone, but I hate the loneliness. I'm frustrated, confused, and afraid to do anything about it.
I don't know what I'm looking for posting this here. Words of encouragement would be nice, but I don't know how effective they'd be. At this point, I'm desperate.