0 (out of five)

When we first met, she sat there staring at me, not introducing herself or saying anything at all, for almost three entire minutes.  I was so confused.  I was the one who had to start talking, which made my anxiety so bad during our first session.  She then refused to accept my ASD diagnosis, or really anything I talked about and made fun of my large water bottle.  When I saw her the second time, the only thing she had prepared was information about nutrition, and nothing about my severe anxiety.  I wasn't there to see a nutritionist, I was there for a therapist.  I ended up only seeing her twice.

We did in person visits only.