I found therapy to be a laboratory only for therapy and therapy culture. It did not model real life. It encouraged me to live in a fantasy world.

It's easy to make the argument that confessing feelings for someone who cannot return those feelings, but will instead analyze them, is a very bad idea and pretty dangerous.

Only in therapy is this sort of humiliating dynamic tolerated, and even framed as progress. Seems you have to give in to some sort of doublethink to see it this way.

The more crushed the client is by this experience, the more emphatic the therapist's pronouncements about "transference", which has the effect of putting the burden all on the client.