The waiting room problem
Will anyone find out I am seeing a counsellor?
In a metro, walking into a psychologist's clinic is anonymous. Here it often is not.
The Tricity is socially small in a way the population figures do not convey. Your mother's friend lives two streets from the clinic. Somebody from your office parks in the same lot. A relative recognises the building. People weigh this carefully before booking, and most of them never say it out loud to the practice they are enquiring with.
That hesitation rarely ends in choosing a different clinic. It ends in not going at all, for another six months, while whatever prompted the search gets heavier.
An online session removes the problem completely. There is no entrance, no reception, no car outside a recognisable building. Whether anyone knows is entirely your decision, which is how it should have been from the start.
For young adults still living with family, for anyone whose work involves a public role, and for women in households where the idea would be questioned, this is frequently the whole decision.