I see a therapist. I have no mental illness at all. I see her about once a month to cope with few troublesome events: my mother is very ill and potentially losing her battle with cancer and I am grieving death of my son in law. In the past I saw a therapist for help with managing my financial habits, one time I saw a therapist because I needed help with managing full time job, graduate school and a kid at home. Etc etc i never saw a therapist for illness as I don’t have one.

I don’t know if a lot of people call their partners “daddy”. I am in early 50s and know a lot of people on two continents and no one I know call their boyfriends that. But it’s not even the point. There is nothing cute or sweet about your situation. It’s s terryfing