I can remember one time during my daughter's therapy when my therapist (he was her T as well) was trying to gently tell me (with her present) that he thought she might have some form of autism. I was looking down at the floor, trying to hold it together because I didn't want to frighten her. When I looked back up, I noticed that my therapist had been watching my reaction and gauging it. He knew I was fighting back tears. There was concern in his eyes. I also remember the time when I told him my H had never hit me and a discernible relieved expression came over his face. I know he cared about me. That was never really in question.

I doubt very much that a therapist could be effective with clients if he/she didn't care about them. I don't think there are any limits on the expansion of the heart. There is always more room for more caring about more people.

I think perception has a lot to do with the way we feel about things. What do you want to see? Do you want to believe in the best in others or is something possibly holding you back from that? Could it be a way of keeping another at a safe distance? It's difficult for you to share yourself with others. Is it scary to think that maybe your therapist does care?

Therapy is hard work.