I cry after session if we talk about something new and difficult, that I have never confided in anyone before. It feels like a big leap of faith, and T says it is like removing field dressing on wounds the have been covered to long. We feel connected with good rapport, but then he flicks his eyes side ways to say time is up. He seems to try and apologies for this by seeing how small he can make the gesture, to which I will still obey. The times I do from trusting therapy to help me, and feeling. kind of cruelty in it, is the twenty minutes I spend crying in the stair well before going back to work. T is long done with me by then, and never comes to check on me. How can he care so much during sessions and just don't care between?