
Advice and Consent
Any time I have ever been in therapy, it has seemed simple to say whatever is on my mind. But one question that always lingers, which I have never had the nerve to ask, is What do you really think of me? It’s not only that I would be ashamed to ask. It’s also that I know the therapist would never say.
Like the religious person who wonders what God makes of their actions, the habitually analyzed can only guess what their therapist truly believes about them. Couples, too, wonder about the opinion of their counselor: Are we much worse than other couples? Do we perhaps have a certain charm?
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