A long time ago I asked my mom to re-appoint me to the first therapist I had. She told me he told her how "sweet" I am, talked about other positive feats of mine and he told her that I am grown up enough to appoint on my own (was over 18 by then).
I never called him back. Why? Because he called me "sweet"/"cute" behind my back. He thinks I'm a baby.
Maybe it's time I'll be a piece of **** and get mad at people just like others did to open up their emotional heart and feel more released

EDIT: Written and edited (previous post) from a place of anger