Going to therapy

Yesterday was the first day to see the Therapist.
His idea of therapy is to look a head and leave the past behind! Then he tells me I should not be writing about my experiences. Lets see don't write and be happy.

Keep my feet flat on the floor and breath deeply. So I am doing it and he says not to breath so fast, after saying I breath to slow. I am a shallow breather.

Aah, he would not read the forms I filled out before he spoke with me. Then left me sitting in the waiting room where the G-friend could walk through any time since she works in that clinic. Just down the hall from the therapist office. He was half-an-hour late for my appointment. Talk about feeling vulnerable, left in the open like that. Then he calls me at home after 6PM to ask me if I was alright. He finally read my letter I wrote to him and the form his secretary had me fill out. But he would not listen to me telling him that he really needed to read the paper work first to get the full picture of what I am dealing with. Now he is concerned. Just like a man isn't it.