I never thought I had transference issues with my therapist, but it's possible. I definitely never felt like my parents were deep wells of sympathy as a kid. They were great during happy times, but any unhappiness was met with exasperation. Or misunderstanding. I didn't even have to be unhappy, sometimes. If my face was too solemn (which is it's natural state), I'd catch hell for it.

Maybe you're right. My therapist is being tough with me because she senses it appeals to my personality. But intellectually I know I don't need help being any more tough than I am already. I need help expressing myself with words. Not through artwork, not through distraction, but through talking.

I'm never going to get to 80%, though. I don't have the lung capacity for that much talking!