When I have cried in session, my t nudges the Kleenex box to me, let's me cry, and then asks me what evoked those emotions. She doesn't pity me, which I love, and she doesn't tell me that it will be ok. She lets me be, letting her know she cares by the way she looks at me, but let's me be. She lets me know how grateful she is that I let the emotions show, so she can assist me in dealing in a healthy way. Then she will hug me on my way out...