I think that calling it therapy crossroads is very accurate because it seems like a point where real therapy can finally start. Something that has been kept hidden under the mask of the perfect client has finally pushed through in the open. Although this process is undoubtedly very painful (believe me, I've been there many times and I am there even now), it definitely marks progress.

Think about it: if your T would not have refused the hugs then you would just continue to be the perfect client and nothing genuine would ever surface. But your shouting and storming off was very genuine and an important part of you and now you finally have the opportunity to get to know this part of you.