Sometimes therapy feels like this really evil catch-22 where on one hand, it's supposed to be helpful that a therapist responds without judgment to what we say, but on the other, the very fact that you can't know what they're really thinking makes that almost moot. I sometimes feel like tell my T, I don't CARE if you don't tell me you think I'm awful, I CARE that you might THINK that I'm awful regardless of what you say.