As I drove home today from T I had an unsettled feeling--a little anxious, a little angry, a little dissatisfied until tears were streaming down my face--I felt like something had been taken away from me and I realized it was my experience. T imposed his opinion about something I had experienced. He didn't give me room to own my own experience, to meander through the maze I needed to navigate in order to arrive at my own understanding. I felt usurped. I think the feeling is familiar and one which I rail against vigorously. It's an old old feeling. The value of the exchange lies in the transference/countertransference and then my willingness or ability to address this with him which I will. Stay tuned.