I saw a a few different therapists back overseas after I woke up from a coma and the first one I saw was a young Asian fellow. I was very open with him and actually saw a great benefit of a professional, uninvolved perspective to my perceived issues & dilemmas: I really felt like I was growing in the right direction. then he said one day that it would be our last meeting as he had to go back to school. nedt therapist was an old woman who I did not get along with, at all, and totally turned me off of the whole thing for a while. decided to give it another go and I got a beautiful ginger woman who couldn't have been much older than me. I didn't treat it as therapy since she suggested going for walks around her office in the city center and we'd just talk about our pasts and whatever was relevant. she bought me coffee and I caught myself flirting with her at least once. saw her for a while until she told me that she was switching departments to help traumatized kids or something and that was the last time I went to therapy