I remember I was 12 going in for my first therapy appointment and the female heffer was enormous and grunted in just like you described. She drank a Pepsi and fell asleep in my sessions occasionally. I was a very submissive kid with no self esteem and had issues speaking out about stuff so it took a while for my mom to find out. The whole therapy scene needs a rehaul. It's like a meat grinder for people just trying to get the help they need.