As soon as I entered Dr. Stubits' office I felt suffocated by the decrepit (though colorful) huge posters on the walls. "Art" was everywhere on the walls, some depicting natural scenes, some reproductions of actual artwork. All of them were either cracking, peeling, dirty and they occupied space that should be soothing and clean. Does Dr. Stubits not notice this? The office was like a grandmother's attic, full of knitted doilies and fake flowers, yikes! Dr. Stubits never looked at me with the slightless sign of empathy, compassion, understanding or care; she didn't even smile. EVER. She drank sodas from a can during session. While she MAY be qualified as a counselor, I won't spend my hardly-earned monies on this therapist. There is something definitely wrong with somebody who commits this kind of self sabotage on one's own practice.