Sometimes I feel no different to a hamster in a cage. Scared, vulnerable, starved of contact. I feel like therapists like to observe us, they are not sure how to treat the hamster, how to gain its trust so they try out different approaches until something works and the little mite trusts it's captor.
The hamster then puts all it's trust into its captor, relies on him for food, water, survival and eventually to be set free into a big bad world.
Where we are left to find our own way and learn how to feed ourself.
Maybe I am missing the pint here but sometimes I feel like a lab rat- experimented on and set free burned and injured after an experiment went wrong.