I don't think I've ever not cried in therapy. I'm hysterical.

The first time I ever saw a t, I went to talk about my bf, but he insisted I talk about my deceased father. I cried uncontrollably. The t's have no reaction, they never do. They stare blankly and hand you the tissues, yes! That hurts me even more, as they do not care. They make me cry and do not care...just like my abusers! I would so rather have someone comfort me! After that one session, I never went back. And that have been my pattern with therapy.