I remember one time my therapist was all like "are you ok to drive???" like in a fake "really concerned" voice for...no reason? Felt really predatory. I had given no indication that I was out of control. Just blasé, bitter, jadded, passive aggressive, I wasn't yelling or moving or anything, I was just a moody cunt, I was Daria levels of cunty. That therapist was a bitch.