I think the absolute worst was a therapist that started talking to me as though I was a child, asking me if I'd like to take a toy home with me (her borderline hoarder office was packed with little plastic crap toys). I stopped her right then and there, said that was not going to happen, and left. I never went back.

I know the one therapist you see is frustrating to you, stopdog, but I have to thank you for keeping her off the streets (or out of someone's life) for at least one hour a week.