It never occurred to me to not believe my T when he compliments me.

It actually means a lot to me when he does, because I know he accepts me as I am. I know this because of an incident that went something like this;

T: Let's think of some healthy things you can do this week instead of cut.
Me: Like what?
T: I don't know. Anything you like. You could go for a walk, or read a book. Take a few minutes to take care of yourself and what you need.
Me:Sometimes it's too hard to make good decisions. Sometimes the best I can do is just not make a bad decision.
T: That's okay. You just have to do the best you can.
Me: I feel like I'm wasting your time. I can't commit to doing anything good for myself this week. I'm just so tired.
T: (emphatically)You are not wasting my time. You're doing really well. You're thinking about things outside of session, you're journaling, you're trying your hardest.

Knowing that he accepts me, faults and all, means he has no reason to compliment me, unless he thinks its true.

I don't feel like I'm explaining myself well But that's the best I can do.