I can absolutely relate to the weird perverse pleasure of watching T be sad about some terrible thing that I've come to feel kind of detached from. I think it's not just cognitive dissonance for me because I can be totally detached about events involving people I have no trouble hating. There's definitely an element of wanting to protect myself from the intensity of the memory or whatever.

Anyway I think this is the T's job: to have compassion for us and help us internalize that and find compassion for ourselves. I don't know what the perverse pleasure is about though. Maybe it's feeling some kind of satisfaction at having elicited the empathy we've craved for so long but being unable to connect to the empathy and really take it in. Also for me there's a kind of messed up feeling of being tough when T looks sad and I'm all like "hey, no biggie, shite happens..."

I'm really glad you found this T, Yearning. She sounds like a keeper.