She cracked me like an egg...

So we saw the 2nd therapist yesterday.  Wow!  She asked terrific questions, treated my son like a reasonable adult, treated me like I'm an intelligent, caring Mom (so important--I know I'm not an idiot!!), and came to a preliminary conclusion that maybe my son has Aspbergers & should at least be tested.  She even explained how & why she thought so, and showed me the DSM manual about it (which I've always secretly believed should never be disclosed to the masses--LOL).  Maybe he does; he should at least be checked.   She "cracked me like an egg" when she asked about why my husband wasn't there & also when she suggested not to "fuse my emotions" to this situation (kinda like a boundary thing).  I didn't even realize I was doing that, but boy!  Does that explain why my emotions have been off the charts lately! On another note, my husband nearly had a fit when we left for the appointment.  I won't go into the details.  But when he started to ask when the future sessions would be & I said I was still working that out, he started getting all mad, folding his arms high up & saying that our son didn't need to be in therapy, that he was completely normal, and that therapists were a waste of $ who just made up problems so that you'd keep coming back to them.  (Believe me, I wouldn't have even started the therapy road if there wasn't a problem to begin with.) So much for his cooperation on this one, even though the therapist said that the whole family "should" be in on our son's treatment.  But you can't be rational with someone who is being irrational.   I've written about my critical sister & my irrational husband.  So is it me?  Am I looking at them the wrong way?  Or are they really not being supportive?  Sigh!