Soup, that is exactly it. In the moment, part of me snorted with laughter, but there was definitely a reaction there that was like, WTF, you're not going to give me what I want? I thought that therapy was supposed to be able getting what you want, or what you need.

He also said something to me earlier, referring to hearing me "being too hard on myself" in my journal. He said he had to stop himself from trying to make me feel better about that.

So, @#$%, (said to T in my imagination), you're not going to join me in being horrified by me, and then you're not going to make me feel better, what the !@#$ are you good for, exactly! What actually WILL you do for me?

Anne