I told my T when I had doubts about her being the right therapist for me. Since I couldn't really know, I just thought of it as doubts, even when they were pretty strong.
She was just interested in 'how that works' for me and wanted to talk about it.
I'm so glad I stayed.

Often I was convinced she hated me, didn't want me around, wished I would leave. These were all my thoughts, not hers. (and definitely childhood thoughts). The only opportunity for her to tell me that they were not her thoughts, was for me to speak them. Hard as it was, it was good to do because I learned so much: that she didn't feel that way at all, that I can explore things like this without 'wrecking everything', and even better I learned that these kinds of conversations make the therapy relationship even better. We risk, we grow