As mentioned in previous posts, I attended therapy for a period of several years and it marked a major turning point in my life. I had a positive experience as a direct result of those sessions, which were largely focused on learning about the autism spectrum and managing depression. (You can see samples of our discussion in this post about social data, and this post about depression).
What I haven’t mentioned: those sessions were with the second psychologist I spoke with. The first psychologist I went to? Complete disaster.