Though I did not feel this way previously, I now find it odd that people care what their therapists think or do. Why? They are not in even in your real life. They are just a hired hand, an hour or two per week. I know that unconscious drives and impulses are involved, and therapists have symbolic power, but I found it helpful to acknowledge rationally that this person was not even real, just a an artificial construct with whom I was having a pretend relationship.