Thinking T doesn't care: a theory

I deeply struggle with thinking my T doesn't really care. I grew up with both parents who had a mental illness and while I want desperately to believe they loved me, if I'm honest, I don't really know. I felt more like a burden. I believe they probably did the best they could but they just couldn't give me what I needed and I have to accept that. It feels cruel to have to accept that T is just a sounding board to reflect all of that **** back to me but I guess it is what it is /:

I don't really think about whether or not my Ts care about me (or not). I think they do, in thinking about it now. And I had/have super messed-up parent issues, btw.
In the long run though, I have a million other things to be concerned about and it just doesn't make my list. Maybe that makes me weird. Or maybe they are just good enough, idk.

After reading this thread it reminded me of the very beginning of my session with my T. I asked her if she really believed me...believed all of the childhood trauma and some equally ugly things that happened later on in my life. She replied that she had no reason not to believe me and asked me why I asked her that.... I replied because nobody else would have.

I don't mind, I'm just worried it might not help. But basically it's a lot of little things he's said and done.