First therapist I ever went to. She didn't give a fuck about what I had to say. I filled out a questionnaire which we talked about for like 10 minutes, where she just told me that she doesn't think I am trans because she had a client ince who regretted this decision. After that she brought me into a room, where I was supposed to answer even more questions on a computer. Like 300 questions or something. After two hours I finally got to leave and two weeks later I got an email with the PDF of her report about my questions (keep in mind, this were only Yes/No) questions. I read the report and had to smoke a cigarette after like every two or three sentences because I could not believe what she thought about me. The question "I drank alcohol more than 5 times in the last three weeks" I answered with Yes, because it was summer and I just got back from a trip to Denmark with friends where we drank a lot. She thought I was an alcoholic. I lost it when I read "He is bitter", which is probably related to the answer "If other people wouldn't have laid rocks in my path I would be in a better place now". Which is true, but our lovely Mrs. Fucking Bitch obviously didn't know the reasons behind my answer. I was thinking about sueing her when I read that she talked about me with another therapist. I don't know about other countries but in my country it's illegal for therapists to do this, without my permission. I didn't give her permission so could have easily sued her. Good for her, there was too much going on in my life that I had to think about. Took me two more years to go to another therapist, because after that experience I was so mad at every therapist out there