Cheer Counseling

If possible I would post negative 5 stars!
My experience with Cheer Counseling did more harm than good. I am an adoptive parent who recently came into custody of my child due to the mothers inability to parent. This child for years had lived without boundaries and arrived in my care with a menagerie of drug problems, entitlement issues, and no sense of responsibility. The reason counseling was sought was to help this child come to the realization that he has opportunities that are being squandered and ease the adjustment of coming into a home with structure. These 4 or 5 sessions turned into how I needed to compromise more with him and the final session ended when his drug use was qualified by the counselor to help deal with the anxiety of his new surroundings. The final straw for me was when I was told that in some cultures drug use is acceptable. I now fight the uphill battle of trying to convince a 17 year old that drugs are not okay even though a licensed counselor gave him the thumbs up in a round about way…
I would not recommend Cheer Counseling to anybody for any reason and still considering making contact with whatever organization governs over these types of situations.
If anybody would like details of my experience please feel free to post your information on this forum and I would be glad to reach out to you…

We Were Given No Help or Comfort Whatsoever
She was taking a call when we arrived and we waited twenty minutes. My anxiety only escalated. She did not indicate she wanted to hear my explanation of why I had come, of my plea for understanding regarding the recent behavior of the man. Linda Falkner tapped her foot impatiently and looked deliberately (twice) at the wall clock behind her. She did listen to the man speak — but he had no problem and was just making conversation and she did not bring the theme back. She seemed to have her own agenda, interrupted me to ask about the children — when there were none — and did not seem to recognize any of my needs; when I tried to press issues as to why I was seeking help, she flat out interrupted and asked how did I want to change myself — like some psycho– mantra (but she did not ask this of him); she wanted to know if he beat me when that wasn’t brought up, what? She had a little blackboard on which she prompted suggested words to use — like we were in second grade. It was my experience that I was not listened to at all and that was the only desire and serious need I had during that meeting and she was paid plenty well to do it. The only attentiveness given was when it came time to rebook. Of course we did not. At the end Linda Falkner suggested she had other people whose specialty was relationships, but we were told that was hers. (He burst into tears outside the door for all the hurt he knew I felt which was exacerbated by what I can only describe as what seemed to be terribly insensitive behavior.)