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How to find the right therapist: Readers’ voices and professional perspectives
Rivka’s Story
After a bad car accident, it took me a long time to heal physically. But even once I was basically mended, I was still suffering emotionally. When I had to get behind the wheel, I’d feel panicky and have a tightness in my chest all through the drive. I needed help.
I started making discreet inquiries. One friend raved about a particular therapist who specialized in anxiety. I took a deep breath and called.
The therapist was very businesslike. Half the phone call was focused on telling me about the cost of her sessions (high), that she didn’t accept insurance, and how she expected to be paid. She asked me almost nothing about myself, and answered my questions about the methods she used with almost curt answers. I told myself it could be she wanted to have this conversation face to face and not over the phone.