When going through the finding a T process, the first T I went and saw was a disaster...
The man said to me "We all have our own problems, you need to get over yours"
And then he procceded to argue with me that my little stuffed ox I take with me to therapy sessions and doctors appointments (I have a huge anxiety with dealing with doctors) that it was not an ox but a buffalo and ARGUED WITH ME ON IT FOR 30 MINUTES!!!! and kept telling me how pretty my name was and how pretty I was....

Needless to say I stormed out of the office, flipped him the bird, and then reported him to my medical doctor....