I once had a the-rapist who was a younger Baby Boomer, while I was a lowly teenager with no rights or autonomy. Her mantra was "just talk about your feelings, and you'll feel better in the long run". That's it! I don't know how or why, but I figured out in seconds that she was a filthy, rotten liar, looking to keep me as a long-term victim ("client" in the pro-lifer jargon). Especially considering that I felt worse after most sessions. When I told her that, she accused me of "not being patient enough", and berated me for it. Fortunately, I quickly learned what she wanted to hear, memorized it all, and regurgitated it to her for years on end, until my parents terminated my therapy with her. Many of the things I "shared my feelings" about never actually happened; I just made them up because that's what she wanted to hear.