Mel, very interesting that you posted this. For the longest time in my therapy I kind of refused to see my T as someone who might actually care. I often assumed that she would not be interested in hearing my thoughts on things, that she did need or even want to really know my past, that she was just a paid professional going thru some pre-made treatment protocol, that she was just a passing stranger. My T and I have never talked about this...but as I look back, my whole first year of therapy was about getting me to see that these assumptions I had of her were not accurate. For some reason it was a lot easier for me to see her as some uncaring, distant, object instead of a real, breathing, caring person.