One T I had, had a rock on her desk that she glued eyes, hair and mouth on and she thought it was alive and named it some weird guy name. She would talk to it during our sessions and ask "him" what she should do with me. She also was always touching me and when I asked her to stop she would laugh and say "You don't mean that" and move her chair closer so she was almost on top of me. That lasted about 4-5 sessions and I slammed her door and kicked the trash can over and asked her if she typed up her "license" and printed herself. She was NUTS!