My T is awesome about respecting my boundaries. No physical contact was the first one. Then he had a silly little habit that scared the heck out of me because it was by coincidence one of my abuser's habits, and as soon as I brought it up, he stopped. When my mutism kicks in, he respects my desire to attempt to let the words come back before he asks me to write so we can move on. We go at MY speed when talking about the heavy issues. And the best is that once in a while when I need a "light day", he's totally cool about just chatting about random fun stuff